Friday Morning- Fix & Clean Shop

[alwaysonguard]

 It had been a busy week for Dwight and the morning had begun bright and early yet again. His current project for Hannibal was finally giving him something to keep his mind occupied with.  Several of the large wooden shelves lined the wall of the shop as he made is way from one to the other, putting on the final varnish and sealant coats.

There was still plenty to do and enough to keep him busy for a bit, which Dwight would have always preferred busy over bored. The day was looking good as he had a pot of coffee brewed up on the counter, the front doors open to let in the fresh air, and the smell of wood shavings was beginning to fill the shop. 

Dwight paused for a moment and smiled. Things looked like they were finally starting to go well as he finally started to feel more at home and more settled in at last. 

(shop is open for anyone who wants to stop by)

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[designateddadfriend]

Travis happened to be jogging by -- without Probie for once, as the pup was taking a nap in a sunbeam back at the station and he hated to disturb her -- and saw Dwight was in.

"Hey, man, how's it going?"

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight turned and looked over his shoulder and stood when he saw it was Travis.

"Hey, doing ok" he said with a grin. "And you? Hows the pup doing?"

[designateddadfriend]

"She's good," Travis said proudly. "Growing like a weed, and she's really seeming to love her training."

[alwaysonguard]

"Well with a great guy like you taking care of her, that's no surprise" Dwight said as he made his way to the counter and refilled his coffee mug. "Want some?" he asked pointing to the pot. "Just brewed up a fresh pot a little while ago."

[designateddadfriend]

“Sure, thanks!” Dwight might regret that offer, Travis was a bit of a coffee snob. “What’s that you’re working on?”

[alwaysonguard]

"Don't worry, I threw out the instant crap" he said as he handed Travis the mug. "I got cream and sugar if you need" he added as he pointed a little ways down the counter.

"Been working on some renovation and refinishing on these shelves from Hannibal's library. Seems he had a bit of a fire a little while back and he came to me asking if I could restore the shelves for him."

[designateddadfriend]

“The doctor with all the flamingos,” Travis said. “I put that one out. It was barely even a fire, really.” He took a sip of the coffee, coughed and tried to hide a grimace, and reached for the cream.

[alwaysonguard]

"Yeah looked more like a smoke bomb went off than an actual fire. Only real damage to the selves so far has been some singing and staining... and of course that smoke smell that just needs to air out some.

Dwight watched Travis pour in the creamer and sighed apologetically. "Haven't had much time yet to really get everything completely set up. Better than it was but still working on things. Promise I wont poison you next time" he said simply.

[designateddadfriend]

“It’s fine,” Travis said. “It’s—I’m from Seattle. Anyone else would probably think it’s fine.”

[doesnotkneel]

Well, the morning had been rather full of misadventure, and now Edward found himself forced to go looking for some aid lest his men mangle the Jackdaw further with their efforts.

"Hello?" he called, stepping into the shop. "Is there anyone here who might know a thing or two about the repair of a brig?"

... hi, Dwight.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight looked up at the stranger as he stood and brushed off as much of the sawdust as he could from his hands.

"Hey there, name's Dwight" he said, giving a friendly nod. "A Brigantine huh? I'm assuming it is the one I have seen floating in the harbor lately. Never personally done much with Brigs, but have worked on some smaller ships - a Galley and Ketch in particular. I'd be glad to take a look and see what I can do. What's the specific issue you are needing some assistance with?"

[doesnotkneel]

"Some of the boys were roughhousing down in the water, scuffed and damaged my rudder," Edward said lightly. He hadn't bothered to find himself any contemporary clothes to wear, as he had no interest in leaving the island and he continued to enjoy the image his stolen robes projected, so he looked every bit the pirate captain he was.

"She'll hold for a while longer, I reckon, but why run the risk?"

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight nodded as he listened, taking in the sight before him. The outfit was every bit what he would have expected Duke to wear for a pirate themed event at the Grey Gull back home. But even after his short time in Fandom, he knew the odds were more likely that he actually was a pirate captain than not.

"Ah rudder damage" he said with a nod. "Pretty common. I should be able to help you out with some basic repairs, Captain....?" Dwight asked respectfully.

[doesnotkneel]

"Kenway," Edward said, grinning widely at the man. Seemed well-equipped for hauling heavy things around, this one, which might be useful. "Captain Edward Kenway, and the rudder belongs to my Jackdaw out in port."

[alwaysonguard]

"Nice to meet you. I have to say I've admired your ship from a distance whenever I'm down by the bay area. I'd be glad to see what I can do to help get it back in shape for you."

[doesnotkneel]

"Ah, she is a beauty, isn't she?" Edward said, happy to glom onto the opportunity to talk about his ship. "Rescued her from a Spanish fleet in a storm."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight nodded for a moment, taking the opportunity to wonder witch definition of "rescue" he was referring to in this situation. Thinking better of asking Dwight changed the subject.

"Definitely one of the most impressive ships I have seen up close. Most of what we have where I'm from are little schooners and fishing boats."

[what_the_shock]

Late in the afternoon, Miguel stopped by, a bag over his shoulder, and knocked on the door frame. "Hey, Dwight, how's it going?"

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight had just been putting the last coat of sealant on the shelves.

Hey, Miguel, good to see you" he said, looking up from his with a smile. "Doing good, and yourself?"

[what_the_shock]

"Oh, usual for this place," Miguel said wryly. He hefted the bag. "Got something for you."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight chuckled at that- he was finding himself with similar sentiments more often than not recently.

"Oh?" Dwight asked as he looked at the bag.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel set the bag down and pulled out a folded bit of fabric. "I know you said a shirt was enough, but a thigh shot can still be pretty deadly. Hope blue's okay?"

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight picked up the suit and held it out, admiring the superior craftsmanship and work that obviously went into it.

"Miguel, my man" he said as he looked at him for a moment then put his attention back to examining the suit. "You have outdone yourself. It looks amazing!"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel snorted. "Yeah, no. I tried making some UMF myself in class, it didn't work. All I did was find a good seller back home." He shrugged. "I was tempted to get you a mask, too, but that's probably not practical for under clothes. Try not to get shot in the head, okay?"

Seriously, Dwight, you had the worst power, and the protective part of Miguel wanted to encase you in this stuff for good.

[alwaysonguard]

"Well definitely send my thanks and praise to them whenever you see them again," Dwight said earnestly then laughed. "Ah yeah not really a mask kind of guy. But seriously, this is gonna be a thousand times better than this uncomfortable thing."

Dwight ran his hands over the fabric again, still amazed by the way it moved and how it felt.

"I know I have what could be in the running for the worst super power ever. But this will go a long way in countering that. And no worries, I'll keep my head on my shoulders" he added with a laugh.