Post by Fang on Mar 10, 2023 14:49:10 GMT
This was it, the one place Leo had been warned against constantly by every ship hand and even by Caleb himself. This was the most dangerous room in the entire ship. Leo had scrubbed the top deck, the clinic and the cabins. He’d washed the gun deck and the powder room without trepidation, had even been forced to hide under one of the officer’s beds as they entered their room earlier than he expected.
None of those compared to how his heart raced now, his gaze fixated on the floor in front of him and exclusively away from the body parts in jars, the needles and thread mixed in with bone saws and scalpels, blueprints of the ship with heavy handed notes that threatened to tear through the paper. He kept his gaze down, scrubbing the floor diligently to ignore the horror and discomfort the shipwright’s cabin exuded here at the base of the ship.
He had heard she was intent upon her project near the top deck, and like an arrow Leo had shot down to the bilge, intent to scrub every last square inch of the ship, including the room belonging to the most temperamental crew member. It was his job, and even if tales of her stealing flesh and bone and sinew away from those stupid enough to cross her were true, surely the “patchwork gremlin” the ship hands had warned him of would appreciate a clean floor.
None of those compared to how his heart raced now, his gaze fixated on the floor in front of him and exclusively away from the body parts in jars, the needles and thread mixed in with bone saws and scalpels, blueprints of the ship with heavy handed notes that threatened to tear through the paper. He kept his gaze down, scrubbing the floor diligently to ignore the horror and discomfort the shipwright’s cabin exuded here at the base of the ship.
He had heard she was intent upon her project near the top deck, and like an arrow Leo had shot down to the bilge, intent to scrub every last square inch of the ship, including the room belonging to the most temperamental crew member. It was his job, and even if tales of her stealing flesh and bone and sinew away from those stupid enough to cross her were true, surely the “patchwork gremlin” the ship hands had warned him of would appreciate a clean floor.
