Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2021 18:17:04 GMT
Humming a cheery tune as she crossed through the small hallways separating the captains quarters from the tiny ships bathroom Ivy glanced out of the porthole towards the mainland. "Mornin pops." She said cracking a smile before setting to cleaning up for the day. Crossing once more to the captains quarters she pulled on pair of sweat pants and a white tshirt and her hoodie before climbing the short but steep steps up to the bridge. Surveying the surrounding waters she cracked another smile, nothing like the Alaskan wilderness surrounding you to put you in a good mood.
"So! How's the old girl today?" Ivy asked aloud while plopping herself down in the captains chair, flicking a few switches to fire up the auxiliary power she took a quick glance at the readouts, all green. Writing all the readings down in the logs, more out of habit than actual record keeping these days she slid the notebook back in to its drawer and leaned back. Grabbing the stuffed rabbit from the shelf she brought it up and looked in to it's button eyes. "It's been months and there ain't been a single person on those docks." Ivy said to the stuffed animal. "Think it's time we moved on and looked somewhere else?"
"You should stock up before you do anything, and change the oil before anything" She mimics as a response from the bunny
"Well yea, that's a no brainer though Mr B." Ivy responded spinning around in the chair and pushing herself to her feet, crossing to the charts table she set Mr. B down and pulled out her fathers maps. First the one of the area around Dutch harbor, then the one of the larger America's, both of which were filled with her fathers old routes he'd use when fishing and moving the boat to and from it's home port in Rode Island.
"Think there'd be anyone around there?" She asked casting a glance towards Mr. B
"That's a long trip though, Wouldn't you run out of fuel?" Mr B responded.
"Naaah." Ivy responded with a wave. "This bad boy got moved from rode island to Alaska each year, it can run for like a month before it needs to stock up again. And Gosh knows we haven't gone more than a few miles around here anyway. Plus, I restocked like two weeks ago, remember? I had to fix that hydraulic hose on that crane to get it all aboard?"
"Yea... But you've never done it alone." B retorted.
looking back to the maps in front of her Ivy studied them in silence for a few minutes. "True.. But I've driven the thing for half the trip four times, and docked it plenty of times, plus, look. Pops has his little notes written all over the place. it's basically just following the land until you're there anyway."
Looking at the maps for a bit longer Ivy cracked her usual smile again and shrugged as she put the maps away again. "Just a thought, we been here for nearly two years and there hasn't been nothin but rotters on the dock the entire time. As much as I like ya, I need a living breathing person to talk to or im gonna become the crazy doll lady or somethin."
Returning to the helm Ivy looked out towards the mouth of the harbor. Maybe it was time for her to move on.
"So! How's the old girl today?" Ivy asked aloud while plopping herself down in the captains chair, flicking a few switches to fire up the auxiliary power she took a quick glance at the readouts, all green. Writing all the readings down in the logs, more out of habit than actual record keeping these days she slid the notebook back in to its drawer and leaned back. Grabbing the stuffed rabbit from the shelf she brought it up and looked in to it's button eyes. "It's been months and there ain't been a single person on those docks." Ivy said to the stuffed animal. "Think it's time we moved on and looked somewhere else?"
"You should stock up before you do anything, and change the oil before anything" She mimics as a response from the bunny
"Well yea, that's a no brainer though Mr B." Ivy responded spinning around in the chair and pushing herself to her feet, crossing to the charts table she set Mr. B down and pulled out her fathers maps. First the one of the area around Dutch harbor, then the one of the larger America's, both of which were filled with her fathers old routes he'd use when fishing and moving the boat to and from it's home port in Rode Island.
"Think there'd be anyone around there?" She asked casting a glance towards Mr. B
"That's a long trip though, Wouldn't you run out of fuel?" Mr B responded.
"Naaah." Ivy responded with a wave. "This bad boy got moved from rode island to Alaska each year, it can run for like a month before it needs to stock up again. And Gosh knows we haven't gone more than a few miles around here anyway. Plus, I restocked like two weeks ago, remember? I had to fix that hydraulic hose on that crane to get it all aboard?"
"Yea... But you've never done it alone." B retorted.
looking back to the maps in front of her Ivy studied them in silence for a few minutes. "True.. But I've driven the thing for half the trip four times, and docked it plenty of times, plus, look. Pops has his little notes written all over the place. it's basically just following the land until you're there anyway."
Looking at the maps for a bit longer Ivy cracked her usual smile again and shrugged as she put the maps away again. "Just a thought, we been here for nearly two years and there hasn't been nothin but rotters on the dock the entire time. As much as I like ya, I need a living breathing person to talk to or im gonna become the crazy doll lady or somethin."
Returning to the helm Ivy looked out towards the mouth of the harbor. Maybe it was time for her to move on.