tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; May 2nd, 10am
Rating; hmm...PG-13 for possible language
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Summary; Thomas decided it was high time he and Harry work on that boat.
Log; Thomas had overslept. It wasn't something he'd intended to do. It had just happened. He'd been spending a lot of time with Justine and quite frankly, the clock hadn't mattered. To most people, showing up 30 minutes late would be a huge mistake, especially when they were on such tenuous wires with most of the people around them. Thomas felt it was fashionable. He'd mentally kicked himself for never getting the name of the seller in the Underground where Rachel had once acquired Mac's ale, and was a little disappointed that the two of them would have to suffice on regular brown beer for the day, but it was better than nothing. It was certainly better than showing up fashionably late and empty-handed. He approached the pier where the old boat of Harry's was stored, hoping his little brother hadn't been waiting for him for the last thirty minutes.

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Harry didn't wait for Thomas to start, mostly because he wanted to get started and to keep his mind off of things. Normally he was more than happy to enjoy the break from his world when he came to the City. When he might possibly be dead back home and didn't know who specifically had done it, all he could think of was trying to figure out who had done it.

So it was nice to get his mind off of things, focusing on what to do with Jolly's boat. Even after all this time, he still thought of it as Jolly's boat.

The first thing Harry had started on was building a type of dry dock so they could pull the boat up and out of the water and rest it up on some skids to keep it out of the water. Once Thomas came along, they could actually use the pulley system he set up to pull the boat up out of the water.

Thomas found Harry building the dry dock, and took in the surroundings as well. He'd already rigged up a pulley system as well as made a lot of progress building a place to work on the boat itself. Once he'd gotten himself within earshot, he cocked his head to the side, set the case of beer down quietly, and smiled.

"You look like you could use a beer, little brother."

"Thomas, it's not even 11 o'clock in the morning," Harry grunted as he tested the weight of one of the pulleys, making sure that it would hold the weight of the boat.

Thomas laughed and approached, genuinely appreciating the work Harry had put in to everything so far. "Yeah, well, little brother," he said in a passable southern accent, draping his arm around Harry's shoulders and giving him a squeeze. "Us rednecks don't give a damn about where it's 5 o'clock. No have a damn beer."

"You have never actually been on a farm, have you?" Harry asked, taking the beer from his brother and setting it down. He did not need a hangover before the day was over.

Still smiling, Thomas retrieved a beer for himself. "Does a petting zoo count?"

"No, a petting zoo does not count," Harry said, shaking his head. He doubted that Thomas even had done that.

He snapped his fingers, a sarcastic smirk on his face. "Well, darn. Guess I just don't live up to the family standards."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're really broken up about that," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He would pay good money to see Thomas have to work on a farm for a day. Maybe that could be a curse.

"Now why don't we tie up the boat and then haul it up?"

He took a swig of his beer and set it aside, then placed a hand on his chest. "It's seriously breaking my heart." He chuckled, then surveyed his brother's work again. "Not a bad rig," as though he knew anything about pulley systems. "Alright. Let's do this." He held a clenched fist out to Harry.

Harry reached out and bumped his brother's fist with his own before nodding toward the boat.

"I think we're all ready to get her up out of the water. The skids are up enough so that even at high tide the boat won't float away," Harry explained.

He gave Harry a neutral expression. "Yeah, I get it." He looked from the pulleys to the boat, then back to Harry. "So, how do we get the rope on the boat again?"

"Well, on the farm we learned about these things called knots," he said, gesturing to the knots he had already tied.

We have use them to fasten the rope to the boat itself."

Thomas rolled his eyes and pulled off his shirt. "You know, the sarcasm isn't necessary." He took up one of the lead ropes and headed for the water.

“No, but it sure is fun,” Harry said, beaming an annoying smile at his brother as he waded into the deeper water to attach the ropes.

He was heading into the water but shot back over his shoulder, "At least you have one endearing trait!"

"Don't forget about my ability to make light of deadly situations in a way that enrages whatever is trying to kill me at the moment," Harry said, tying down one of the ropes to the boat.

"And usually," he grunted as he pulled a knot tight, "ends up making them want to kill you all the more."

"I don't know, I think it just makes them enjoy hurting me more," Harry said with a shrug. "They seem to want to kill me pretty bad to begin with."

He shrugged and moved to another rope. "We just have that effect on people."

Harry grunted and pulled the final rope in his side tight. They should be enough to let them haul the boat up onto the skids before they secured it there.

"Thankfully we're also tricky to kill," he pointed out.

Thomas laughed as he yanked the last rope taught. "Okay, you've got a point, little brother."

Harry gave the boat a once over to make sure that all the ropes were secure and they weren't on a part of the boat that would snap off once they pulled.

"Okay, I think we're ready to pull," he said after a moment.

Thomas nodded and followed his brother out of the water. "Okay, I think I get how this works. We have to pull each rope with the same speed or it's not coming up straight, right?"

"Not necessarily," Harry said, shaking his head. "If it gets crooked, you just have to stop pulling until I pull it straight."

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