Kale nodded, looking a bit peeved. "The captain will definitely beat my arse if I don't get all the sails patched up. We'll be hitting rougher weather soon, and we'll need every bit of this ship in good repair."
Saluting sloppily, the cabin boy trotted over to the next large piece of canvas and dug around until he found the tear in it's bulk.
"Just let me know if you ever need something," Rat said, fingering his needle. "I'd be glad to pay ya back later on if-" The tall youth paused, his brown eyes narrowing. Dropping the sail, he shielded his eyes from the sun and looked out to sea. "Do you see that?"
In the distance there was a small boat, slowly drifting on the low-riding waves. A struggling figure on the craft seemed to be rowing steadily, but losing any momentum she had.
Rat dropped everything he was doing to scamper up into the rigging, looking out at the small rowboat. His wisping brown hair blew about his face, and his black bandana slipped from his head.
"Tom, do you see that?" Kale asked, pointing at the boat.