A rather unique sight had been bestowed upon the western coastline two days prior; a ship - lashed to impromptu moorings in the form of several large rocks and bulky trees via her halyards - boasting a gaping wound upon her coastside bow. Scattered beneath the hole were the rotten planks which had once served as her skin, pried from her the very instant they had made land.
To someone more poetic the scene could have been likened to a visceral maiming - a ribcage gouged open - with carrions scavengers in the form of her former tenants picking at her innards; be it cargo or smaller sections of rotten wood. A dull haze seemed to emanate from the crew as they carried out their task, perhaps it was ale or lingering shock, yet they seemed oddly incompetent for the wizened family. And bizarrely enough, no one could fault their dullness, for the events that brought them to ground would linger in their minds for years to come.
It had been a rogue wave that had sundered them upon their return trip from the northern continent. A surge of unrelenting force which had proclaimed its passing with the deafening snap of wood and upon investigation they quickly uncovered the issue alongside the worsening flow of salt-water upon their goods. Her keel - the spinal column of a ship - and foundation to their home had cracked.
By all accounts it had been a miracle that they had made it to land, let alone preserving their goods and crippled craft. And upon caneering her they had uncovered the reason for this travesty, parasites, which had eaten away at sections of the craft which suspiciously related to areas replaced during their last visit to a dry-dock. By all accounts this would serve as the death knell for their livelihood and sever the close knit family that had festered within her hull.
To preserve it would require a small miracle; both for good weather and forgiving tides.
Yet Mother-Pern held no such inclination for mercy, casting tides as it had done since time immemorial, roiling the sands of a hastily erected caneerage and loosening supporting timber poles dug into the sands to further support the weakened craft. From within a dugout erected around the splintered section of keel, a slender figure shivered as he was splashed once more by salt-spray.
Even with the aid of wooden planks serving as an impromptu windshield and his thick leather coat the Craftsman struggled to steady the chisel held in a vice-like grip. Before him was the splintered section of keel which he had already slaved over for the best part of a day. Having erected supports with the aid of both crew and fellow craftsman he had taken to the inward section of the wound in preparation for the vertically jointed dovetail plank of hardwood which would serve as its replacement.
Soon after it would be joined by its mate in the form horizontally dovetailed plank which would serve to replace the water-ward side of the keel. And with that task complete a pair of thick rods would fuse them in an eternal union, for as long as the ship continued to exist.
Overall Khari was proud of how his efforts had come together, all that remained was to carve the dovetails into the uninfected section of keel before beginning the long and arduous task he had set out for himself and the selection of souls roped in to aid them. And for that very reason he found himself hesitating.