Finishing up the assessment of the damage on the ship, Xavier flipped down the caps on his welding goggles and lit up a torch that he had built out of a small steam engine. He began to work on part of the railing, connecting the two broken pieces back into one. He finished, flipped the caps on the lenses and smiled. "Wonderful."
He looked up at the sun and wiped some sweat from his brow on his sleeve; it was a little warmer than he liked on this island. Out of all the trips and missions he had gone on with the Requiem Dawn and it's original crew, he saw little of the fighting or of the actual outside. No, he was normally busy fixing things, making sure everything was intact; this was as much his ship, in his eyes, as it was Gabriel's. He nurtured it, helped it grow, helped it when it was sick... it was like a child.
He put the torch down on the wooden deck of the ship, retrieving a piece of paper from his pocket. He had made several notes on it, some crossed out, some starred, others had other notes next to them. He made his way down to where Gabriel was interrogating the Orc that had claimed friendship just a few days earlier. He passed a few faces along the way, most of them who's name he never bothered to remember; they usually came and went with jobs- Young kids looking to make a quick buck, people working as a deckhand for a free ride to the next town. They never stuck around.
Knock knock knock. "Gabriel?" Xavier asked, pushing the door to the room open. "I don't mean to interrupt, but I would like to go over the notes I made on the repairs and current state of the ship." He pulled out another piece of paper, containing a rough sketch of the ship, parts of it exed out, other parts with 'modifications' drawn around it. He handed it to Gabriel, letting the captain look it over for a moment. He nodded at Meg, "Hello, lady."
He cleared his throat and pulled the goggles off his eyes, letting them rest on his forehead. "To be honest, the reason why we're in the situation we're in is because the ship was zeppelin based- the balloon is what caused most of the trouble. With what little resources here on the island... I don't think there's much we can do other than get Miss Dawn here into water-sailing condition, and resew the balloon into sails. Judging by how far out we were when we crashed, I'd say we'd be able to make it to another port in about three or four days, granted nothing else happens."
He looked up from his fingernails, hating how dirty they were. He was never dirty. His clothes were filthy, he hadn't bathed as he was busy with the ship repairs, and it was hot. God damn it. "What's with the Orc?"