Simon would like to think that he's in his element on a boat. He's a Starkhavener, isn't he? The Minanter is everything there, the entire city built around it, the industries all flowing directly from it. He learned how to swim in its waters almost before he could walk, and he'd spent every moment he could on the neighbors' fishing ketch because it was better than being obligated to help out in the family forge. He's a natural for a mission like this, right?
It takes all of an hour before he realizes that the sea is not a river, and a ship is not a boat. But it isn't too long afterward that he sucks it up and learns to adapt what he does know, taking direction from the experienced sailors with somewhat uncharacteristic respect for the authority. By the time the storm hits, he's convinced he can be of more use abovedecks than below. He stands his ground and determines to help, even when given orders to the contrary.
And when the cry is raised about the rift, he doesn't hesitate to make for a longboat. This much, he can do without guidance.
III. Stranded
Tasked with assembling the shelters and lifting whatever large and unwieldy things need to be lifted, Simon sets to it with shirtless good will. The circumstances may be miserable, and he will complain about them at length, but it's good to have an opportunity to put his facility with a toolbox to better use than just building model dreadnoughts alone in his room like a nerd. Maybe there's a productive reason after all that Wren always orders him to go smash things with a hammer when he's upset. It's good practice for when it needs to be put to more constructive ends.
"Can someone come steady this bit for me? I've only got two hands."
Simon Ashlock
Simon would like to think that he's in his element on a boat. He's a Starkhavener, isn't he? The Minanter is everything there, the entire city built around it, the industries all flowing directly from it. He learned how to swim in its waters almost before he could walk, and he'd spent every moment he could on the neighbors' fishing ketch because it was better than being obligated to help out in the family forge. He's a natural for a mission like this, right?
It takes all of an hour before he realizes that the sea is not a river, and a ship is not a boat. But it isn't too long afterward that he sucks it up and learns to adapt what he does know, taking direction from the experienced sailors with somewhat uncharacteristic respect for the authority. By the time the storm hits, he's convinced he can be of more use abovedecks than below. He stands his ground and determines to help, even when given orders to the contrary.
And when the cry is raised about the rift, he doesn't hesitate to make for a longboat. This much, he can do without guidance.
III. Stranded
Tasked with assembling the shelters and lifting whatever large and unwieldy things need to be lifted, Simon sets to it with shirtless good will. The circumstances may be miserable, and he will complain about them at length, but it's good to have an opportunity to put his facility with a toolbox to better use than just building model dreadnoughts alone in his room like a nerd. Maybe there's a productive reason after all that Wren always orders him to go smash things with a hammer when he's upset. It's good practice for when it needs to be put to more constructive ends.
"Can someone come steady this bit for me? I've only got two hands."