No More Hiatus
A week…all it took was a week to build the damned hip. I had never seen such diligent workers, the hero's party were quick learners and near-perfect at executing orders. Under Raven's command as their head, they worked like ants with only a few hours of rest and cycling between shifts. The many machines from the iron queen helped of course, and with the witch's help in putting things together, the hull was done as soon as the necessary material became available.
Even so, the last few screws were yet to be hammered and the alignment of the helm was yet to be finished. Putting the wheel into the socket and greasing it as I was done, I turned around to the others scattered throughout the beach. A witch seemingly tired of the circumstances surrounding her, a handful of monster girls, and those burdened with responsibility, the thought of sailing with such folks was just as terrifying as ever before.