It had been some long several months on the BC Orion. After an unfortunate incident with another cargo freight from Cresta, the crew was forced to lay low out in the open vastness of space. "No Safe Harbor" is what the strategy was called. However, a pirate crew can only handle so many weeks of hiding behind the dark sides of moons without any action. So, finally caving in to restless insanity (and the constant pestering of Rene and Charles to stock up on supplies dammit), the BC Orion finally made a return to port.
Unfortunately, what would be a breath of fresh air for the rest of the crew would actually be a boatload (pun intended) of work for the Boatswain.
It was early morning when Matthias knocked on the door to Ari's quarters. He was already fully dressed in his simple pirate attire, and his hair had been tied back with a bandana in preparation for the amount of work ahead of him. He's definitely going to have to earn his drink today.
"Oi, Ari! Are ya up? Cap'n 'Mira said I could recruit some help with tha riggin' an' tha cleanin' up of ol' Orion here. I was wonderin' if ya wouldn't mind fillin' that role?" He stepped back to lean against the opposite wall of the hallway, waiting for a response.