Alexander Wyatt (usedtobewy) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-05-31 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeremiah, wyatt |
WHO: Jere and Wyatt
WHEN: May 31, 2014; afternoon
WHERE: The marina
WHAT: Trying to fix boats. For the millionth time.
Over a month and it didn’t feel like he and Jere had gotten any further with the state of the boats that belonged to the resort; it was frustrating Wyatt to no end in all honesty. He was no boat genius, but he was no slouch either, and if anyone could have figured it out he would have thought Jere could. So it was a testament to how fucked up the boats were that between the two of them there hadn’t been any kind of a breakthrough since they’d started tinkering.
Wyatt had engines parts from one of the smaller speed boats strewn out on the floor of the marina shop, like a puzzle of some kind. He’d set them up a few days ago and was trying to work backwards from there. It had been a last ditch idea that hadn’t clarified much of anything. The thing was, everything looked right, but he couldn’t get the speed boat to run. Could be that he was missing something in the electrical, or a part that was slipping, but really, he was at a loss. Whatever had been done, it was some sophisticated shit.
He had stayed away from the larger passenger boats because it was a pain in the ass to dig around in the wiring and the engine compartments, and he was more likely to break something that wasn’t broken if he wasn’t careful. But he decided that he hight as well put the engine bits back where they belonged, since they weren’t doing any good laid out.
“This is so fucking stupid,” he muttered to himself, patience wearing thin. He was nowhere near given up, but he felt pretty defeated by the whole thing. “They probably have some shit jamming the electronic bits and we’re never going to get the damn things going again.” Talking to himself had become part of the process, even if it made him seem just a little crazier than he was. Usually there wasn’t anyone else in the shop to give him shit but Jere, and he was used to that.
He pushed off the bench he’d been leaned against and started to gather the parts off the drop cloth that he had put down the concrete, setting each piece he picked up on the workspace instead. Some of the assembly would need to be done on the boat, but it helped if some of it was back together before he got that far. With a deep sigh he got to work.