Ship Maintenance [Job/Solo]

When money is tight, Odylya isn’t against doing some odd jobs here and there to make ends meet. However, she most likely wouldn’t even be in this predicament if she had any sort of sense of how much things would cost her and a little bit of self-discipline. But alas, what’s done is done. Odylya is broke, has a crippling need to be drunk, and is looking for work. Luckily, there was somebody with something that needed to be done.

The fanalis met this man on the port, standing in front of his boat. He stood with confidence, radiating the sort of energy that could hijack any room he walked into. Those on the port seemed to take notice of this and walked around him on instinct, meaning that either he was important or just had a larger than life personality. Either way, Odylya didn’t really care as long as he paid her.

“Oh, yer a lass huh? Wasn’t exactly what I was excpetin’ but no worries!” He spoke with a loud booming voice that caused the people nearby him to jump as he abruptly spoke. Another thing that Odylya caught onto was the thick accent that he had. It didn’t seem like it belonged to any particular section of the world, but at the same time it wasn’t something he grew up with and came off rather forced. “I’m sure you know tha’ drill. Tie tha’ ropes, sweep tha’ deck, move some boxes n’ barrels. Fairly simple task with enough pay for ya’ once the job is done.” As he began to list off the things, Odylya made mental notes and nodded. To be honest, she totally forgot what she signed up for. The only thing on her mind was the pay.

Anyways, with their introduction out of the way, the man walked past Odylya and left her to do her tasks.

WC: 313 | 500

First things first, since she was already on the port was retying it down. This was pretty simple since the boat was already anchored, so all that was required for her to do was untie the ropes and then redo them tighter. Despite hating it, when she was sober Odylya was actually quite good with her hands. A loop here, a knot there, and before she knew it the first task was done. Simple enough.

Shortly after, she made her way onto the deck and was met with a virtually barren ship except for the mop and bucket placed in the middle of the deck. It was hard to miss. Odylya didn’t really see a point in mopping the floor of a ship when water was constantly sloshing onto the deck, not even considering storms as the rain pelts the deck, or so she assumed. In either case, the woman got onto the mundane task of wiping a wet mop back and forth, back and forth on the deck, dipping the mop into a bucket occasionally. After roughly an hour of work, the deck was..wet? She had no idea what this was meant to actually accomplish but she still did it anyway.

Before she went below deck, Odylya made sure to grab a couple of barrels that were sitting by the entrance. They weren’t particularly heavy, but that was most likely attributed to the Fanalis in her rather than any sort of hard-earned feat of strength. There wasn’t much space underneath so she had to squeeze herself song with two large barrels into this tight space while also navigating her way towards the storage that was placed towards the back of the ship. The storage room was a mess with no organization, it surprised her on how they were able to operate like this. Boxes of oranges were next to cannon balls, paper was next to clothes, there just wasn’t any rhyme or reasoning to anything back here. The only response to this atrocity that Odylya was able to give was a sigh. The barrels were placed on the ground in their own corner and Odylya took the next 20 minutes rearranging boxes so that they were in sections that made sense. Food was next to food, materials were next to materials, weapons and clothes had their own combined section as well.

With the job done, Odylya waited outside the ship for her employer to return. Many of his sailors ended up coming back before he did. No words were spoken, good thing too because he seemed drunk out of his mind, but instead a bag of huang was thrown her way. The fanalis caught it with relative ease and walked on her way.

WC: 768 | 500