Sara~female~ The North Star

"That's it mates, put ye backs into it!" With that she jumped from the railing surrounding the wheel and sprung into action to help the others. Taking a rope in her mouth she helped pull the boon over above the crates. "Alrighty then, hook 'er up and we'll be good as gold!" She panted happy to have a full crew again even if it was a bit crowed with so many bodies on the ship. The more the merrier though as they say back on land. It was strange how the captain had managed to get them all to join, and on one night! Yet still as always he was drunk in his cabin, draining down only the best of drinks. Not doubt they would all pay come tomorrow, best to be happy while they could be.

Tulio~male~ The North Star

His eyes followed the rodent as she jumped down to help the others. With hurried steps he took off after her, barking the whole time till someone knocked him aside. Dazed he stood seeing the large she wolf that called herself Sara standing over him. "What was that for!"
"Stop the yapping sailor and get ta work like the rest of us." She growled at his teeth bared some to show she meant business.
"But she has my map!" Tulio argued only to have the she wolf snap at him barely missing his face.
"I don't care if she has your mother's ashes, no fighting aboard the ship till the work be done understand?" Reluctantly the puff nodded and stood shaking the dust from his fur. What was he to help with? Surely she didn't expect him to lift one of those boxes! Though his answer came when a mop and bucket were slide his way. "Start at the bow and work this way." The blue lupora instructed to get a nasty glare from Tulio though he took the mop and bucket in his mouth and made his way to the bow. Peasants work.....

Ilmarinen ~~ 16 ~~ Male ~~ The North Star

his golden eyes rested on the two nixis that talked, he didnt bother trying to listen at it. But a loong, outdrawn howl caught his attention. Almost up on his paws again His feathers was raised as to make him look larger than he was and his eyes wide open. A bit surpriced by the lupora he looked at her, he had never seen one so close before. The last time he had seen one was about five years ago. He had seen a family of them on a distance as he had pulled a massive cart filled with timber. But the little furball that had lured him aboard the Nort Star pulled him to the present. With a kind look in his eyes he looked down at the furball before nodding and getting up on his four paws. With rather blunt and ungracefull steps he trotted across the ship and as the landgang was ocupied he glided down to the docks. Once there he gripped the rope of one of the crates and carefully pulled a bit. Surpriced by how light they were, having worked in mines and pulling lumber on his own he had muscles beyond what most could dream about. So for him this little bothered him naught. With that he simply walked upwards without a care in the world. But as his head butted into a box on the landgang he stoped, looking at the box with two nixis after it. After waiting for some time he simply put his head on the box infront of him and begun to push, paying little mind to the fact that the two nixis, a brown and white female with a stubby little tail and a black and white male with a curled tail, was pushed along with the box. So there he was, a silent nyte as grey and boring as rocks with golden spots pushing a box of cargo and two nixis with his head as well as dragging a second box behind him. And in all honesty he could easly pull and push a lot more at once without coming close to his limits. He may be a simpleton, not knowing much of etticets and unwritten rules. But he is one of the strongest anyone will meet in their life. A simpleton of a brute. But a single cart in the mine can easly come up to 1.5ton(metric so 1500kg) and the lumbers he pulled was rarly any less than that as well. So if muscles was needed, he was indeed the one that was wanted. But anything delicate like diplomacy or stitching and he would be the least you wanted anywhere near the job.

Sara's timing was perfect dragging the towline and getting the boom over. She started winching down the boom with the cargo net as it was craning over. Once it was on the dockshe called away. "Thankee quartermaster!" She called out to Sara. Then spotted the others beside the gangway. "Spotty, get yer big crate there in'ee middle o' the net n'start buildin' oot 'round it! Kana, git that ten'erfoot away from the water n' start dat chaingang ta de boom!" She called out to get the cargo into the net. She had a good vantage up above the first yardarm to spy the cargo docking area. The crew was already starting with a will, she just had to standby to crankup the winch so they could swing it over into the cargo hold for Byrd and his company to unhitch and stow the crates away.

((OOC: FYI, Deidriel has granted me termporary permission during his break to NPC Byrd so we aren't held up by his absence.))

Byrd was in his element, he had the experienced sailors that hadn't left the vessel were clearing out and straightening the main cargo hold so they could receive, document and stow the cargo in an organized fashion, so the crew could eat it's way to the next meal and to set aside non-foods for relative ease of acquisition. In fact, he sent a messenger to the galley so Angel would be on hand to sort stuffs by breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight rations since the food stores would be first. One thing she and most of the crew were sure to be glad of was that Clover and Tulio were busy swabbing the deck so they were out of the way. Boom operations were very dangerous and an unlucky hand under the load when the winch pin failed would find themselves crushed under a ton of groceries.

((OOC: My apologize if I left any players out of this post, it's very late.))

Heh, I'm almost tempted to have you NPC Byrd whenever we have to get into the technical aspect of running a ship. Clearly someone has been doing their research.

Heh, and here I am with less than 20 years of experience with being alive. At my age anything you know about this sort of stuff pretty much comes from research.