Hogar was still in the middle of working on Big Bertha while Eira sorted her possessions into the workshop. But, something peculiar happened. A siren started to go off inside the workshop and a flashing red light started to go off. Cursing in his inventive tongue, Hogar crawled out from underneath the tarp that was over Bertha and looked around with his good eye and his rune eye, wondering what was going on. He looked around in a bit of a panic, confused for a moment.<br/><br/>"What in tha bloody blazes is-" He was then interrupted when the buckle of his tool belt started to glow an ominous green fashion. He sneared,"Ah shit...<i>Now</i>of all bloody times? What in tha world is she tinkin'?" He continued to curse as he started to gather a bunch of stuff together around Big Bertha; quickening for what seemed like the apocalypse! When he got whatever he could muster in the time frame, he looked to Eira with a dead serious face of urgency.<br/><br/>"Get close, now! Ye don't wanna be half-assin' wit bein' nearby...oter-wise...ye'll be havin' half an ass!"<br/><br/>And within five seconds of him completing that charming warning, a bright light flashed around them and they were gone from the workshop...all that was left was empty spaces where they, the various tool trays, and Big Bertha once stood...<br/><br/>***********<br/><br/>Nearly instantaneously they appeared within the hold of the ship. Luckily, it had enough space to have all the provisions to be held without too much mishap. BUt the two didn't come out unscathed...while there was no serious injuries or problems, they would face severe disorientation thanks to several factors:<br/><br/>1) They were just teleported thousands of miles almost instantly at such a sudden occasion.<br/>2) They have drastically changed altitudes from the cave of a mountain to sea level.<br/>3) They were swept from a stable surface to the rocking of a ship on the ocean's waves.<br/><br/>There were other factors, but those were the major concerns. The brilliant and foul-mouthed engineer groaned and spat out,"Wog-piss!" as he tried to catch his balance, holding onto one of the trays to keep himself from falling over. Shaking his head, he looked around and saw the wooden floor, ceiling, and walls and cursed again,"Damn it...why does it 'ave to be a boat again..." He sighed,"I swear...I'm gonna cook tat woman like a turkey one o' these days..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>