Broken masts were salvaged from the shores of the islands, and lumber was scooped from the sea, where random bits floated in the filthy waves. Besides the obvious physical damage to the ships, the wave had left behind a thousand small catastrophes. Chickens and livestock had all been washed off the decks. Water barrels were smashed. In this eternally rainless anchorage, hatches had been left open to keep away the damp, so the wave had flooded the holds and soaked tons of food. Even with all the damaged ships, repairing the wharf was the main priority. The guano was already piling up in the corral, and one new ship had already arrived just that morning, with more certainly on the way. Every carpenter and sailor who could be spared was put to work on the wharf. Sailors who were used to mending sails made quick work of repairing the canvas chutes. Even some of the coolies were lent to the effort, mostly to fetch and carry and haul. Since the Raven’s damage had been only to the rudder and only a few men were needed to work on that, Fish sent six men ashore in the morning to help work on the wharf, and Aiden rode along with them.
