Rescued Slaves

"I know you want to ask me to have the Priests use divine magic to lift the Flesh Curse on you. But I'm not actually familiar with those Priests. Using divine magic to dispel the Flesh Curse is exactly beyond my abilities. Still, I can submit a request to the higher-ups. I'll do my best to help you."

Miss Tiffany braced one hand against the floor and flipped gracefully to her feet.

At this time, many Half-Elves were busy in the secret Safe Harbor, carrying shipbuilding materials onto the docks.

Tiffany stood on the dock and looked around, but she did not spot Roy.

Then she grabbed a Half-Elf guard by the shoulder and asked him:

"Have you seen the Boss?"

The Half-Elf guard pointed toward the top of the Ship Building on a Three-Masted Sailboat moored at the dock and said, "The Boss and Captain Rodehart are both over there. It looks like they're discussing repairs to the Three-Masted Sailboat."

"Thanks."

Miss Tiffany said to the guard.

Then she made her way to the top of the Ship Building. Captain Rodehart had suspended himself from the stern with a rope and was inspecting the steering wheel with a crowbar in hand.

Roy stood with both hands on the railing atop the Ship Building, craning his neck to look below.

Then Captain Rodehart shouted, "The entire drive shaft has completely rusted through. If we have a new drive shaft, it would be best to replace it. If not, we'll have to remove the shaft on the ship and refurbish it. Also, the bottoms of both ships need to be cleaned of seaweed and barnacles. Every last bit has to be scraped off..."

Roy knew the hulls needed cleaning.

The bottom of this ship was covered in barnacles, oysters, mussels, and