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William Bush had never been a late sleeper, too many years of naval discipline had certainly killed any possible leanings of that sort, but today he had awoken at dawn, unusually early for him since his time on the island. For the first time in a long time there was a reason to, a purpose to the day, for today he would finally be working with his hands again, working towards an attainable goal...
He would be taking a step towards getting off this damn island.
It was only mid-morning and a stretch of beach near the jungle’s edge had already become a shipyard of sorts, or at least the beginnings of one. Two trees had been felled, small but certainly something to start with, and they lay on the patch of sand Bush had unofficially claimed as their own along with the small assortment of tools they had managed to collect to help in the task. The half dozen people who had been enlisted to help were scattered nearby, resting after the work that had already been done.
The humidity was already beginning to make William outwardly irritable, temperatures already rising, but it was an irritability he understood, one of work, not of restlessness. "Right, then." He looked out over those gathered with a thoughtful frown and nodded to a young man who had come to him upon discovery of the notice he had posted, but whom he had not spoken to at any length yet. "Lucas, right? You said you know something about designing some sort of boat?" He raised an eyebrow curiously.
[ooc: Plot-locked to boat-building people! For those involved, feel free to tag William, or each other, or some combination of the above (except for Lucas who William obviously specifically wants to talk to.) I'm afraid I'm leaving in about an hour and am not going to be back until this evening, but tag away and I'll pick them up asap.]
He would be taking a step towards getting off this damn island.
It was only mid-morning and a stretch of beach near the jungle’s edge had already become a shipyard of sorts, or at least the beginnings of one. Two trees had been felled, small but certainly something to start with, and they lay on the patch of sand Bush had unofficially claimed as their own along with the small assortment of tools they had managed to collect to help in the task. The half dozen people who had been enlisted to help were scattered nearby, resting after the work that had already been done.
The humidity was already beginning to make William outwardly irritable, temperatures already rising, but it was an irritability he understood, one of work, not of restlessness. "Right, then." He looked out over those gathered with a thoughtful frown and nodded to a young man who had come to him upon discovery of the notice he had posted, but whom he had not spoken to at any length yet. "Lucas, right? You said you know something about designing some sort of boat?" He raised an eyebrow curiously.
[ooc: Plot-locked to boat-building people! For those involved, feel free to tag William, or each other, or some combination of the above (except for Lucas who William obviously specifically wants to talk to.) I'm afraid I'm leaving in about an hour and am not going to be back until this evening, but tag away and I'll pick them up asap.]