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After Folsom had assigned crews and took an inventory along with Meade about the state of the ice cub conjurer, the pair accompanied Sorenson over to the Grey Katherine’s galley where Dino’drulas, who often went by ‘Dino’ for short, held court as a broad figured half-giant with four arms that could adeptly turn pans, stir liquids, and serve four platters at once. He remained behind the serving counter while Sorenson addressed the crew.
“Folsom is already putting together a maintenance team to handle the cleaning of the hold. I know that a scrubbing is never fun, and I promise everyone will have a chance for shore leave before we set out. In addition, Springwell and George will be interviewing some possible new crew members to work this latest run.” She turned to the beaverkin that was sharing a table with Mona Reed and Beckwith, sipping snowberry juice, his front teeth worrying the iron lip of his flagon.
“Is the paymaster ready to issue pay?”
Springwell pried himself from his drink, using a handkerchief to clean the corner of his mouth as he spoke: “Yes, after this meeting, please visit Platt and make your mark to receive pay. No mark on his broadsheet, no pay. Edmonton is busy overseeing the scrubwork and going over supplies, but Platt will keep him appraised about the pay.”
Sorenson nodded in agreement, “Reed, Kincaid, I have a special job and I’d like you to accompany me. We’ll enjoy our shore leave together while we work if that’s okay?” Sorenson had framed that as a question, but Reed could sense from the Captain’s gaze that she was being volunteered for a mission. It was something that required both Reed’s talents in agility along with Kincaid’s physical strength, given his background as a goliath with blue-gray skin.
“Sure thing, Captain. Just let me know when you want to leave.”
“I’m also planning to send Folsom into town and finally get this piece of junk ice maker fixed. Don’t know why we hell we bought it in the first place,” Captain Sorenson noted to the muttered agreement of the rest of the crew.
“It’s good for the shaved ice cones,” one of the halflings suggested.
“Just make sure to get more syrup flavors than just lemon,” Another one added in.
“Let’s get it working before we try to make deserts out of it. I’d like a few cold drinks without having to wait on George,” Sorenson said lightly, winking to the group before waving them off, “Alright, Thaddeus will have the shift assignments and who is on break. Until then, dismissed.”
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