First created May 4th, 2025
Last edited May 4th, 2025
12th of Gray-water. Order: Cosmetic damage repair. Light repaint. Pay: 150 crowns.
Scumsucker wouldn't quit motormouthing about his "poor baby, better treat her right else you're dead, you hear!" Bah. Get a dozen of his ilk coming by the shop 'fore the season's ere over. Lousy off-shore dolt seen no real damage 'round these parts with that overstuffed purse of his. Should've kept shut, woulda charged less. Hope his luck turns.
26th of Gray-water. Order: Minor hull repair. Kit inspection. Pay: 125 crowns.
Seen her 'round the bends before. Kind girl, lives off by the eastern islets, family knew mine growing up. Seems she's grown enough to helm her mother's ship, getting lessons from her and apparently she ran a rock some place 'round the Teeth. Heh. Can't blame her, everyone gets bit while they're learning. May she hold fast.
3rd of Black-water. Order: Full inspection and certification. Pay: 25 crowns.
Timid fella. Got word from a bloke of his to go to me to get his papers and the proverbial knock-on-hull. Ship feels like him, in a way. Snappy, nimble little bugger, not meant for much more than carving waves. Won't last a week out on them waters. Not now, at least. Can't deny him those certs, though, technically everything's in order. May she hold fast.
11th of Black-water. Order: Major hull repairs. Minor engine repairs. Kit check. Pay: 250 crowns.
Northern gal, tough customer. Arms that could bench a shark. Eyes like seaglass. Got caught by something out in the black, put up a good fight but the bastard punched a good couple holes in the stern, forced to retreat. Rattled like nothing else, barely showing it. If I didn't know her like I did, I likely wouldn't've noticed. Wish I could help her more'n the ship. May she hold fast.
18th of Black-water. Order: Salvage. Pay: 250 crowns.
Heh. Turns out I was right. Would say it's a shame if it weren't for the look on that bastard's face.
27th of Black-water.
Order: Major hull repairs. Major engine repairs. Major gear given up on listing. Major everything repairs.
Pay: 400 crowns.
Geezer from a few isles down. Looks as damaged as his ship does. Wouldn't say a word, just slid me the coin and told me what he was after. Think I heard a tale of someone like this as a guppy, the Shorewarden, the Old Man O' The Sea. Mentioned it while I was ass-deep in the engine bay, he just smiled a bit, said nothing. If tales are true... May she hold fast.