Everest
Doubtfully, Ever looked to Mateo. At least he would have an easy time of things here, given who his father was. Ever's own father was perhaps known well-enough in Stormbreak, but he doubted if that would give him any clout with his crew; not that Ever wanted clout to begin with.
Swallowing hard, he opens his notebook and writes down what Lisbeth had instructed, before walking with his head down towards the docks. Giving orders was not something the young boy was remotely capable of, any more than he could maintain eye contact with strangers. So it was that he merely shuffled past the crew assigned to him and began to make his own notes.
That said, what Ever was capable of, was meticulously following instructions. The boy stomped on every plank of wood on the dock, shoved every bit of railing to check its structural integrity, and inspected (nearly) every nail, hook, and fastener that held the whole thing together. By the time his inspection was done he had a comprehensive list of items which required attention, though he left it up to his crew to determine the order of priority. Were it up to him, Ever would have them do everything all at once; everything was a priority in his mind.
Ever completes his inspection but leaves it up to the crew what the order of priority ought to be.
Swallowing hard, he opens his notebook and writes down what Lisbeth had instructed, before walking with his head down towards the docks. Giving orders was not something the young boy was remotely capable of, any more than he could maintain eye contact with strangers. So it was that he merely shuffled past the crew assigned to him and began to make his own notes.
That said, what Ever was capable of, was meticulously following instructions. The boy stomped on every plank of wood on the dock, shoved every bit of railing to check its structural integrity, and inspected (nearly) every nail, hook, and fastener that held the whole thing together. By the time his inspection was done he had a comprehensive list of items which required attention, though he left it up to his crew to determine the order of priority. Were it up to him, Ever would have them do everything all at once; everything was a priority in his mind.
Ever completes his inspection but leaves it up to the crew what the order of priority ought to be.
But if the song never stopped, it wouldn't have any magic
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
