Sleepy Wrap, Cactus Association

Whiskey Peak, southeastern corner.

Beneath the cliff wall of a secluded little bay stood a fairly new workshop.

Lumber and ropes lay scattered by the entrance, making it look like a legitimate ship repair shop.

"This is the place."

A middle-aged man with an honest-looking smile stopped and turned to Kuma, Ivankov, and Ginny.

"Old Anchor's craftsmanship is the best on the island. The location's just a little out of the way, so business has never been great."

Kuma gave a polite slight bow.

"Thank you very much for leading us here."

"It's nothing, it's nothing!" The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly, beaming.

"I've known Old Anchor for years. It's only right that I bring him some business."

"Come on, I'll take you in. He's definitely inside hammering away right now."

As he spoke, he familiarly pushed open the workshop doors and called inside.

"Old Anchor! You've got customers! Some travelers need their ship repaired!"

The workshop was more spacious inside than it looked from outside.

A man in a leather apron poked his head out from behind a small fishing boat propped up on supports.

"Welcome, welcome."

Old Anchor wiped his hands on a towel and walked over.

"Whose ship needs looking at? What's the problem?"

Ivankov said, "It's our ship, the White Shell. It seems the keel got damaged when we passed through Reverse Mountain."

"There's also a gash along the hull. Can you fix it?"

Old Anchor thought for a moment.

"The keel is a serious matter. I'll need to inspect it carefully."

"But with the festival preparations today, all my apprentices have gone to help out, so it's just me..."

He showed a troubled expression.

"We can wait," Ginny quickly said. "Or you could just take a look first and give us a plan."

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