"Did he say he was going to repair it? Did he not see--" began Henes in confusion.<br/><br/>On the face of it, the task was indeed laughable. The boat, a small clipper, was not entirely decrepit but the hole in the hull was no laughing matter, the sails were in tatters, and a couple of months worth of weathering had done it no favours. Maybe with a well-stocked shipyard and ample supplies of lumber, not with improvised tools and the salvage of the beach.<br/><br/>And yet, as Mouse watched, he was making progress. Pieces of twisted driftwood were turned into patching for the hull, in ways that shouldn't work but did. The sails were tied back together with the strands of a discarded fishing net--ragged as they still were, they were now things that could catch the wind. There was no wasted effort, and the materials almost seemed to be anxious to help him, the right piece or tool always close to hand. The pace was obviously superhuman, but there was a lot of work to do.<br/><br/><br/><em>OOC: The check to do it quickly would be Intelligence (11+ for you), though your Caste counts as a relevant Fact for +4 on the roll. Failure would mean the work is done, but the boat will be a bit less seaworthy.</em>