he has no use for sails [OTA]
May. 30th, 2018 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
WHO: Raleigh Becket
WHERE: Woods; lake; inn
WHEN: 30 May 2017
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: TBD
WHERE: Woods; lake; inn
WHEN: 30 May 2017
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: TBD
Since he and Killian had discovered the boats last month, Raleigh has been busy working on something other than the fishing lines. He's taken whatever spare time he can find to go and chop down wood, making smooth lumber in order to help repair the keels of the boats that he'd found down by the lakeshore. It's not something he's ever done before, working with wood, but he has a general knack for construction after his years of ironworking on the wall and he thinks he's doing an okay job of it.
Sansa has a little pull sled he has been using to drag the lumber from the forest down to the lake shore where it can be of more use. From what little he knows of these things, they're going to need something to seal the joints in these boats so they're watertight and he's not sure what that's going to be. Sap from the trees? Raleigh vaguely remembers that pitch is used in cases like this but he has no idea how to go about getting it. For now, he's working on just getting supplies down to the the lakeshore and then he'll worry about how to actually assemble things.
It's hard work, being a lumberjack, and after several hours of chopping wood, smoothing it down and dragging it down to the shoreline, he decides to go up to the Inn for tea. It'd be better if tea were something alcoholic but in the months and months he's been here, nobody's really worked on making a reliable supply of wine, rotgut or no, and he's gotten used to not ever having any unless the Observers decide to give them a treat. He's settled in one of the chairs lined up against the long dining table, hands wrapped around his mug of tea and smile somewhat content; a long day, sure, but not a boring one.
When he's done with this break, he'll head back to check his fishing lines along the river for the evening catch and then go home only to start it back up again in the morning.
[You can catch him at the lakeside near the abandoned boats, chopping wood, up at the Inn or somewhere in between.]