The ropes were decent quality, but old and aged. Not a bad choice for a ship, but could be better, at least newer.<br/><br/>“I’d rather not be called ‘magic man.’ It just sounds weird.”<br/><br/>Avery blushed a little, undoing most of the ropes on his own as you spoke, still trying not to appear as helpless.<br/><br/>“And yes, I’m technically a creature of magic. Although I don’t try and actively learn. I just use what comes naturally to my race. So no, I can’t just magickly heal myself. And my name is Avery. What about you?”<br/><br/>I glanced around, taking a large stick that used to be part of the ship’s railing. I struggled at the canvas of the torn sails for a moment, cutting myself a large strip with my claws before looking at my leg. Slightly bent.<br/><br/>“Here goes…”<br/>~_~<br/><br/>I gripped it, wincing before yelping as I quickly snapped it back in place. I then began wrapping it in the strip of sail before placing the stick on the side. I continued wrapping, turning it into a makeshift splint.