Penguin Spies

[chore_boy]

Who: The Penguin Crew
Where: On Corsair Isle, Outside of Corsair Isle, at sea, etc.
When: 4/24 - 4/27
Warnings: Nothing anticipated!
Style: Action, prose, etc.
Status: Open to crew!

Catch-all for the Penguin crew! Open threads below.

Brief summary: The crew left Isla Empieza as of the beginning of the week and arrived at Corsair Isle later on in the week. Threads can be at sea traveling to Corsair, on the island itself or on the ship waiting outside of the island.

Comments

[chore_boy]

Patient. [He didn't realize it was actually both--that he had an amazing amount of each. He always thought hard work was the best way to go about it and that it was ultimately fair, but then he was happy the ones on his side were the talented types. Some of the Marines were... poor studies.]

Otherwise, you've got it. Alright, so the winds are starting to die down--feel free to start untying them. The rigging post is going to start moving, but that's alright--it'll go with gravity, so let it. If it swings like a baseball bat, then the wind's starting to pick up--so, I'll get it in that case.

[youshouldberunning]

I can see that in you. [she agreed, though not knowing him that well, she wouldn't be able to comment on the talent as well. Later, maybe, as she had a good memory for these things.]

[When he said to feel free to start untying them she frowned up, then down, looking, for a moment, determined while she started. It would be fine. She can't mess this up with him right there. And if she does he'll catch it before it becomes a problem, so... she started to do as instructed.]

You've done this all your life, haven't you? [she asked conversationally, as a bit of a distracted question.]

[chore_boy]

Most of it. [Short answer: Yes. Coby walked onto ships the moment he could. He fished even sooner than that. After that, he dreamed of being a Marine and even tried to study for it before the need for fisherman began to outweigh the idea of studying. In the end, piracy was a lovely way to blindside his ambitions.]

Ahhh, that's good. [He was paying attention, though. He watched Liz undo the ropes, noticing that she was fairly invested in doing it right.]

Take your time. If you do something a hundred times, you can do it in your sleep the hundredth and first time. When you get used to it, you'll be able to tie a solid knot before the wind can even pick up.

So, roll it back up and fix the knot.

[youshouldberunning]

[She went through the motions, doing as instructed, and yes, making sure she did it right the first time. Maybe she could be helpful here after all.]

You sounds like the Professor. Take your time. With practice comes strength, repetition brings skill. [she said it a little blandly, though not because she didn't like the sound of it, she just... didn't emote well at this point in time. She did know she didn't emote well, so she added shortly after.] Not that that is a bad thing. He was a great man.

[And with a breath, she couldn't help but ask at his last instruction, a little unsure.] Fix the knot? [and looked back up to the sails to see what she's done so far. It's kind of amazingly cool. HB would be jealous of her]

[chore_boy]

Mimic the other knots on the hooks. [He replied, one brow arched towards the notion of what Liz was implying--at least from his perspective. She was saying he was well-educated, of course, but he didn't think that boat maintenance made him seem all that brilliant. Coby was also terrible when it came to sarcasm, so he was worse off.]

But, yes--those are two good principles. Still, they're tough things to exercise. Patience is the most important, when you lack the skill for something.