Give me a windy day with the white clouds flying

[seventeensir]

Who: Everyone who volunteered to help build the ship and/or anyone who has gotten dragged into it since.
What: CARVING THE BODIES. (aka "building the ship")
When: October 17th until October 22nd, from 8 in the morning until evening. (Your character is not required to be there every day all day.)
Where: On the beach, not far from one of the docks.

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[seventeensir]

Hornblower tried to ignore the faint traces of blood being left along the pieces of rope as he sewed. The sewing itself was not difficult, and he did not injure himself there. However, the damage was done from working at the wood and twisting rope and tying it.

Smooth hands, used to only an officer's work, not that of a carpenter or able seaman, had found the rough work injurious, but Hornblower's pride had not allowed for any sort of pause in his efforts. He would not allow himself to rest while others continued working, and he could not bear the thought that he was ill-suited for this labour. He knew he was. Matthews or Styles would have long since chuckled and sent him to some other task, under the pretence of it not being the work for a captain. Even Bush would have hurried him elsewhere... likely because he would have, in his efforts to help, slowed down the man's skilled work and simply become a nuisance.

Aubrey had done neither so far, and he could not speak of the task being beneath a man of rank, for he was the senior officer, several years experience as a captain over Hornblower. He seemed more familiar with the work... but he had gone to sea as a boy, while Hornblower had been leaving boyhood behind before he ever set foot on a deck.