"Almost!" He answered. There were two big gaps still where the sky crystals would go, but they were sunning on the other side still, surrounded by the same slats he'd pulled off the roof and painted a blinding white and surrounded them with. "Gotta let these babies charge up." But he was smiling at the sight of the Dililah as well. The places in the hull missing parts shined again with metal. The inside engine room looked complete again.
Actually, it was mostly complete. All Wil was trying to do now is reduce the cost while he could. It went against him to have any part of his ship owned by someone else. He had been lucky that old ship still had plenty of valuable parts, but it only swiped away maybe a fourth of his debt. Or as near as he understood it. He had a trusted associate write down and go over the numbers for him, but Wil knew he could make the coin again.
Even if he did have to put his nose to the grindstone for the next year. "How's yer sword work comin?" He asked, pulling himself up the metal ladder that led to her decks. It was a familiar climb by now and he was lifting himself over the bannister in a flash, looking down at Merri to follow him up. "Y'still practicing, right?"