Dal Shabet

- We're almost the same age, but your memory is several orders of magnitude worse, not to mention your analytical abilities. We reached this island without any problems and "crashed" just fifty meters from the shore. Add to that the state of the city, and it becomes quite clear that it wasn't us who crashed, but rather, we were sunk. These are different things. - Vincent squatted down next to the recovering Saria. She was still a bit out of it after what had happened. - I imagine how upset and heartbroken you must be, my dear. You've been nothing more than a commodity for so long, passed from hand to hand in exchange for nicely scented paper or a shiny coin, or even just traded in a card game... But no more! I grant you freedom to honor my comrade, Belanor. - Vincent patted the woman on the shoulder and smiled. - You can swim with me, you can stay here, you can do whatever you want! - Then he helped her to her feet and returned to Amos. - We're not "rebuilding a ship that's been smashed to splinters." Wood? Planks? Do you even know what a shipyard is for? There are plenty of tools and materials there to build a new one, and my guys have plenty of experience. It will take time, but we're not in a hurry, are we?