Calico Jack.

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"Ooooh, this is fine wood, real fine. Where yah get it?" A Elderly Man would say as he examined the wood Calico was cutting. Peering over his shoulder as he did so. He didn't whisper into his ear or anything like that. But his breath was able to travel toward into the nostrils of Calico. The putrid smell caused Calico's eyes to roll in disgust; and face the wrinkle from it as well. It took some time to process two things. One was why this bastard was so close. And the second was why he commented on the wood. He knew that shit was sexy. And since he didn't want to do this for anyone he wanted to work in piece.

"Get back Gramps. Or I will sand you like this wood." Calico would say after regaining his composure. His irritation oozed out and cause the Old Man to move away. But, not all the way. Just out of arms reach of the shirtless Calico. "Why are here anyway? Those bastards said only I will be here by myself."

"Oh! OH! No. Yeah, no. They lied to get you to work harder. The others just were given a week break. They have a day left I think. "

"Fuckin' bastards." Calico would mumble to himself as he continued to work. He would work this same pace regardless of what they would say to him. Just how he took his time drawing up the blueprints for the ship he was going to be created. It wasn't anything special.

"We won't be helping you however. Not our job assigned."

"Why not?"

"Welllllll. The first is they said you were cocky. And the second is that each of us had to prove ourselves when we came here." The Old Man would say as he laid on the ground behind Calico.

"Why would they call me cocky? And what if I can't prove myself?" Calico would stop working for once. Turning back to look at the guy. Confused on why they'd insult him. He'd understand if the Captain of this group did. As he would know about Calico's past.

"I lied about the cocky comment. " He'd grind before chuckling and continuing. Calico would roll his eyes and get back to work. This Old Man just wanted to fuck with him it seemed."And the last time someone failed they....Hmm. Now what did they do....What. Did. They. Do?" He begin to tap his chin ashe thought about this. "OH! They cut off his hands. Saying something like.....If you can't build! What reason do you have hands?! Be lucky we didn't take your life!"  
 
"Really? That is kinda brutal....and stupid." Calico didn't know if he should be weary they'd try some dumb shit with him or impressed in how brutal they were. He would get back to work. He picked each piece of the lumber he was using. And began to cut. He moved quickly like a demon cutting each piece that he needed. He had a entire process to it. Grab the lumber look at one of the pictures on the wall and then begin to cut. Doing this as many times as he needed. Putting a number to signify how many of a certain piece he needed. Usually one wouldn't do it like this. But Calico was different. He did things that worked out best for him.

"Naaah! I forgot what they did so I made something up." The Old Man, as he picked his nose, would say as he looked over at Calico.

"GET THE HELL FROM AROUND ME GRAMPS!" Calico would yell as he started to work harder; his irritation being a catapult into his work. He went faster than he usually did. This Old Man was starting to get annoying. Calico didn't even want company. The Old Man wouldn't get up but would just fall asleep. As long as Calico didn't hear his mouth he was fine with the Man sleeping behind him. Even the snoring was better than hearing him talk.

Calico had finished getting all his materials the way they needed to be. It was time to start. "I've procured my materials. I've already got my hard and soft wood the way I want. To start the spine I will start with my keel. Then move to the....kneelson. No, internal keelson. But first I need to do....this. And after this....and that....and this. I move to the stem and sternpost.  " He would speak more and as he spoke his hands worked in tandem with his words. First came what was said so he knew what his hands needed to do. Connecting the garboard and rising wood to the keel. His hands were not his own right now. Ordering them as if they were workers instead of a extension of himself. This spine would be the first part of his foundation for the vessel. The framing elements used would be transversive. Some of the earlier cut lumber being placed in to form the many things. Flooring, futtocks, top timbers. If the keel was the spine these would be the ribs. Spanning outward and upward from the keel to define the shape of the ship's bottom and sides. A ship in this phase was what Calico called a skeleton. As he compared different parts to bones. Placing everything in how they show carefully. A wrong connection could ruin more than just those two mix placed items. If you do it right the first time you should be fine. Minutes quickly turned to hours. He worked hard without any breaks. Checking himself with his words. Tapping into his memory bank to make sure he was doing everything like HE would've. He being the one that taught him what he knows now. He wanted to make something that would make that man smile. Those words he was told by that Man being in Calico's mind. And Calcio would say all of his words out loud. Walking himself through what he was taught to make sure everything was done correctly. He'd place nails in mouth, like he'd do a cigar, and more beside him. Allowing him to reach either down or if he couldn't to his lips. Whatever was best for that moment. For the ones between his lips he'd always make sure not to pull them to far into his mouth or allow them to rest too far out of it.

The Old Man would awake hours later and see that Calico right now was just putting up the finishing touches on his vessel. "Nice, nice. You are cheeky as heel though boy. A row boat.....you built us a row boat."

"Hmm? Gramps who are you really?"

"I am the one that is debating if I should remove your hands or not. Fidel."

Fidel would stop working. "So you are the Captain?"

"Yes! Who else would be old enough to know Captain O!? When the era changed those we grew up on these seas with as friend or foe have faded. Well, except the little brats we had. Like you."

"So what now?"

"I already know who you trained after. And even though you didn't build me anything large this craftsmanship is superbe. I can just tell from looking. You are going to need to stop playing though, boy. As we need something big. I've got you some workers to help. And if you need to get more I don't know work space....yah better figure something out. As you have six months. Six months."

"You know my name..I get that. But I kinda feel I should just kill you. And then I wouldn't have someone knowing me walking around. "

"Yah, I've gotten older. And you beating Shoda has allowed me to see you aren't a scrub no longer. BUT! As there is a but....I have something you'd want. The location of ******. "