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Everything was beginning, as he leaned over the blueprint and rested both hands on the table.
Mel stayed leaning over the blueprint for a long time.
The room around him slowly filled with sound.
Metal crates opening.
Tools being laid across tables.
Boots moving across the concrete floor.
Low conversations between engineers discussing measurements and setup plans.
But Mel barely noticed most of it.
His eyes kept tracing the lines on the paper.
Hull curve.
Support ribs.
Engine mount brackets.
It wasn't just a drawing to him.
He could already see the steel pieces in his mind as each one welded together, each one forming the frame of something the Commonwealth had never really seen before.
A working patrol boat.
Not a fishing raft.
Not a patched-together barge.
A real military vessel.
Ronnie watched him quietly for a moment before finally speaking again.
"You planning to stare at that thing all night?"
Mel blinked once and leaned back slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Probably."
Ronnie chuckled.
"I figured."
She pushed herself off the table and walked toward the door.
"I'll leave you to it."
Mel glanced up.
"Appreciate the help, Ronnie."
She waved a hand casually over her shoulder.
"Just make sure whatever you build can actually float."
A few engineers nearby laughed.
Mel grinned.
"That's the plan."
Ronnie paused at the doorway and looked back once more.
"You need anything, my people are right outside."
"Got it."
Then she stepped out into the courtyard again.
Inside the workshop, the energy kept building.
One of Mel's engineers rolled a cart of tools beside the large open floor space Ronnie had cleared.
Another began setting up welding equipment near the far wall.
A third carefully laid measuring tapes and metal markers across the concrete floor.
Mel finally straightened fully and stepped away from the table.
"Alright," he said.
His voice carried just enough to catch everyone's attention.
"We'll start prep work tonight."
Several heads turned toward him.
"Not full construction," he clarified.
"We still need the main materials for that."
One of the engineers nodded.
"Steel beams from Magnolia's trade caravan."
Another added, "And Hancock's scavenger team is supposed to bring scrap plates from the harbor ruins."
Mel nodded.
"Exactly."
He pointed toward the large cleared floor space.
"But we can mark the frame layout."
The engineers understood immediately.
Within minutes, measuring tapes were stretched across the concrete floor.
White chalk lines began appearing as they traced the outline of the boat's skeleton.
Front bow curve.
Central hull frame.
Engine mount position.
The shape slowly appeared across the ground like the ghost of something that would soon become real.
Mel crouched beside one of the lines, adjusting the angle slightly.
"No, bring that rib point six inches forward."
An engineer erased the chalk mark and redrew it.
"Like that?"
Mel studied it for a moment.
"Perfect."
Outside the workshop, the sky slowly shifted toward evening.
Inside, the lights stayed on.
Work continued late into the night.
Morning arrived with the distant sound of waves hitting the shoreline outside the Castle walls.
The ocean always had a different rhythm compared to the inland Commonwealth.
A steady, endless breathing.
By the time the sun began climbing above the horizon, the courtyard of the Castle was already awake.
Soldiers moved along the ramparts.
A pair of guards changed shifts near the main gate.
And inside the workshop building, someone was already hammering metal.
Mel walked in just as the sound echoed across the room.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
He rubbed his eyes slightly.
The chalk outline from the night before still covered the floor, mapping the shape of the boat's skeleton.
But now there were already metal beams lying along the marked lines.
And standing over one of them with a welding mask flipped up was Sturges.
Mel stopped in the doorway.
Of course it was him.
Sturges noticed him and pushed the welding mask up onto his head.
"Morning."
Mel folded his arms.
"You start already?"
Sturges grinned.
"Couldn't sleep."
That wasn't surprising either.
Sturges had always been the kind of builder who got restless when a project sat unfinished.
Behind him, a small group of mechanics and builders were already working.
Sturges' team.
They had arrived early that morning with one of the Castle supply trucks.
Some of them were measuring steel rods.
Others were cutting brackets.
The skeleton build had already begun.
Mel walked closer, stepping carefully between tools and metal pieces.
"You're not wasting time."
Sturges shrugged.
"Sico said this thing matters."
He tapped one of the beams with his wrench.
"So we start."
Mel crouched down beside the frame line.
"What materials are we working with right now?"
Sturges pointed to the beams.
"Reclaimed structural steel from the old rail yard."
Mel raised an eyebrow.
"Good stuff."
"Strong enough for a prototype frame."
Mel nodded slowly.
That was true.
The real hull plating would come later once Magnolia's caravan and Hancock's scavenger teams arrived with the heavier materials.
But the skeleton…
The skeleton could begin today.
One of Sturges' crew walked over carrying a welding torch.
"Ready for the first joint."
Sturges nodded.
"Set it."
The man positioned the steel beam carefully along the chalk line marking the keel of the boat.
Mel watched closely.
This beam would form the central spine of the vessel.
Everything else would attach to it.
Sturges looked down at the blueprint lying open on a nearby table.
"Keel length matches?"
Mel checked the measurement.
"Perfect."
Sturges lowered his welding mask.
"Alright then."
He ignited the torch.
A burst of bright blue flame filled the room.
The sound of welding crackled through the workshop as sparks scattered across the floor.
The first joint of the prototype skeleton fused together.
Mel leaned back slightly, watching.
The boat had officially begun.
Across the room, other builders started positioning additional beams.
Curved supports.
Cross ribs.
Engine mount brackets.
The skeletal shape slowly began to rise from the floor.
It wasn't large yet.
Just the central spine and the first few ribs.
But the outline of a boat was already visible.
Ronnie stepped into the doorway a few minutes later.
She paused there for a second, watching the activity.
The room was alive.
Sparks from welding torches.
Builders carrying steel pieces.
Engineers checking measurements.
And in the center of it all, the skeleton frame slowly growing.
Ronnie crossed her arms with a faint smirk.
"You people work fast."
Mel glanced toward her.
"Morning."
She stepped inside.
"I figured you'd still be planning."
Mel shook his head.
"Sturges doesn't wait."
Sturges lifted his welding mask again.
"Planning's boring."
Ronnie chuckled softly.
She walked closer to the frame and looked down at the growing structure.
The keel beam now stretched several meters across the floor.
Three curved ribs had already been welded into place.
"You're really doing it," she said quietly.
Mel nodded.
"Prototype first."
He gestured toward the open space.
"Once Magnolia's caravan arrives with the steel plates, we start the hull."
Ronnie looked toward the doorway where the distant ocean breeze drifted in.
"And Hancock's team?"
Mel shrugged.
"Scavenging shipyard scraps."
Ronnie nodded slowly.
"Knowing Hancock, he'll bring half a harbor with him."
Mel laughed.
"That would help."
Across the room, Sturges barked an instruction to his crew.
"Hold that beam steady!"
Two builders grabbed the metal rib while he lined up the weld point.
Sparks flew again.
The fourth rib connected to the keel.
Ronnie watched the structure take shape.
"You realize what this means if it works."
Mel nodded.
"Yeah."
She gestured toward the sea beyond the walls.
"Raiders use boats sometimes."
"Smugglers too."
"But no one controls the coastline."
Mel leaned against the table.
"Yet."
Ronnie gave him a sideways glance.
"You sound like Sico."
Mel grinned.
"That's probably his fault."
Outside, waves crashed faintly against the distant shore.
Inside the workshop, metal continued to join metal.
Piece by piece.
Hour by hour.
By midday, the skeleton had grown significantly.
The keel beam was fully assembled.
Seven ribs arched upward from the spine like the bones of a giant fish.
Crossbars connected them for stability.
It still looked fragile.
But the shape was undeniable now.
A boat frame.
Sturges wiped sweat from his forehead with a rag.
"We're gonna need the hull plates soon."
Mel nodded.
"I know."
Without them, the structure couldn't advance much further.
For now, they could only build the internal framework.
And wait.
Wait for Magnolia's trade caravan.
Wait for Hancock's scavenger teams.
Somewhere out in the Commonwealth, those materials were already on their way.
Steel sheets.
Reinforced plating.
Engine components.
Everything the project needed to move from skeleton to ship.
The workshop slowly settled into a quieter rhythm as the afternoon stretched forward.
The first excitement of construction had burned through the morning like a fast fire, and now the builders had shifted into that slower, steadier pace that came when careful work mattered more than speed.
Metal cooled.
Tools rested for a moment.
A few of Sturges' crew sat on overturned crates drinking water while studying the skeleton frame that now stood proudly in the center of the workshop floor.
It looked strange.
Not quite a boat yet.
Just bones.
Seven ribs rising from the keel beam.
Crossbars locking them together.
A narrow spine stretching across the concrete floor exactly where Mel had drawn the chalk line the night before.
But if you stood back and squinted a little…
You could see it.
The future hull.
The engine compartment.
The deck line.
Mel stood near the blueprint table with both hands resting on the wood surface, quietly staring at the skeleton as if trying to push the rest of the ship into existence through sheer will.
Behind him, Ronnie leaned against the doorway again, watching the builders work.
The ocean breeze slipped through the open workshop door, carrying the distant scent of saltwater and the faint cry of gulls circling the coastline.
It was peaceful.
For a moment.
Then the sound reached them.
Distant at first.
A low rumble.
Ronnie's head turned toward the courtyard.
Mel didn't notice immediately.
But Sturges did.
The mechanic straightened slightly, tilting his head as the sound grew louder.
Engines.
Multiple.
Coming from outside the Castle walls.
Ronnie pushed herself away from the doorway and stepped outside.
The rumble grew deeper as it approached.
A convoy.
Mel finally noticed the change in the room.
Several builders had stopped what they were doing.
Someone near the window spoke quietly.
"Vehicles coming in."
Sturges wiped his hands on his rag and walked toward the door.
"Could be them."
Mel followed him outside.
The Castle courtyard was already coming alive again as soldiers moved toward the gate.
Up on the ramparts, a guard leaned over the wall, looking down the road.
The heavy wooden gates slowly creaked open.
Dust drifted in from the coastal road beyond.
And then the vehicles appeared.
Three large cargo trucks rolled through the gate first, their engines growling as they entered the courtyard one by one.
Behind them followed two Humvees, their mounted weapons glinting faintly in the sunlight.
The convoy slowed as it moved inside the fortress walls.
Soldiers stepped aside to give them space.
The trucks were loaded heavily.
Canvas covers stretched tightly across the cargo beds.
Ropes securing massive loads beneath.
Sturges' eyes immediately lit up.
"Oh now that's beautiful."
Mel crossed his arms.
"You're smiling at trucks."
Sturges pointed toward the first vehicle.
"Those aren't just trucks."
The first cargo truck rolled to a stop near the far side of the courtyard.
Its engine idled loudly before finally shutting down.
The driver door opened.
A mechanic jumped down and walked toward Ronnie.
"Shipment from Sanctuary," he said.
Ronnie nodded once.
"Right on time."
Behind the first truck, the second and third vehicles stopped as well.
And now the canvas covers were being pulled back.
Mel stepped closer.
The contents became visible.
Steel beams.
Long structural supports.
Stacks of reinforced concrete blocks.
Industrial tool crates.
Heavy machinery parts.
Construction materials.
A lot of them.
Sturges walked closer to the truck bed like a kid approaching a pile of Christmas gifts.
He ran a hand across one of the thick steel beams.
"Oh yeah," he muttered.
Mel looked at him.
"That's not for the boat."
Sturges shook his head immediately.
"Nope."
He turned and pointed toward the coastline beyond the Castle walls.
"That's for the factory."
Mel raised an eyebrow.
"The boat factory."
Sturges grinned widely.
"You can't build ships forever in a workshop."
That was true.
A proper shipyard would need space.
Open ground.
Access to the water.
Cranes.
Work platforms.
Launch ramps.
The workshop inside the Castle had only ever been meant for the prototype.
Sturges turned toward Ronnie.
"Where's the build site?"
Ronnie gestured toward the eastern side of the fortress.
"Coastline outside the south wall."
Sturges didn't hesitate.
He slapped the side of the truck enthusiastically.
"Well then we're not wasting daylight."
Mel blinked once.
"You're leaving?"
Sturges was already waving to several of his crew members.
"Factory doesn't build itself."
A few of his mechanics immediately grabbed their gear.
Tool belts.
Construction kits.
Portable welders.
Ronnie smirked slightly.
"Looks like you lost your lead builder."
Mel chuckled.
"Temporarily."
Sturges walked past him toward the gate.
"Don't break the skeleton while I'm gone!"
Mel called after him.
"No promises!"
Several soldiers helped unload the construction materials from the trucks as Sturges and his team began moving them toward the coastline path.
The factory project had officially begun.
Outside the Castle walls, the land sloped gently down toward the rocky shoreline.
Waves rolled steadily against the coast.
The spot Ronnie had chosen was perfect.
Wide open ground.
Plenty of space for building.
And most importantly — direct water access.
Sturges stood at the edge of the clearing with his hands on his hips.
"Yep," he said.
"This'll do."
Behind him, his crew began unloading beams and equipment from the trucks.
The future boat factory was about to rise.
Back in the courtyard, Mel was still watching the materials get moved when another sound reached them.
More engines.
Ronnie turned again toward the gate.
"Well… looks like the rest of your deliveries are here."
The guards opened the gate once more.
This time the arriving convoy looked a little less organized.
But no less impressive.
The first group entering the Castle courtyard belonged to Magnolia's trade caravan.
Large Brahmin carts rolled through the gate, their heavy loads strapped tightly with thick rope.
The animals snorted softly as the handlers guided them forward.
Bundles of steel sheets.
Industrial plating.
Mechanical crates.
All stacked carefully along the caravan carts.
Walking at the front of the caravan was Magnolia herself.
She wore her usual confident smile as she stepped into the courtyard, brushing dust from her coat.
"Well," she said cheerfully.
"Looks like we made it."
Mel walked toward her.
"You're right on schedule."
Magnolia winked.
"When someone important asks for materials, I make it happen."
Behind her, the caravan handlers began unloading the cargo.
Heavy steel plates were carefully lowered to the ground.
Crates filled with mechanical parts followed.
Engine components.
Bolts.
Reinforcement brackets.
Exactly what Mel's team had been waiting for.
Ronnie looked over the growing piles of materials.
"That's a lot of metal."
Magnolia crossed her arms proudly.
"Only the best stuff I could find."
Mel smiled.
"You might have just saved this project a week of waiting."
Magnolia glanced toward the workshop building.
"So this is the famous boat project."
Mel nodded.
"Prototype's already started."
Magnolia's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Already?"
Ronnie chuckled quietly.
"These engineers don't sit still."
Before Mel could respond, another commotion rose near the gate.
Someone shouted from the ramparts.
"More incoming!"
Ronnie turned again.
"This must be your last group."
And sure enough, another convoy was arriving.
But this one was louder.
Rougher.
Less organized.
The vehicles entering the Castle courtyard looked like they had driven straight through half the ruins of the Commonwealth.
Two armored trucks.
A scavenger flatbed.
And several heavily armed guards riding on the back.
Painted across the side of the lead vehicle in faded red letters was a symbol many people in the Commonwealth recognized.
Goodneighbor.
The truck doors swung open as the vehicles stopped.
And stepping down from the front truck with his usual confident swagger was Hancock.
The mayor of Goodneighbor adjusted his coat slightly as he looked around the Castle courtyard.
"Well damn," he said.
"Looks like the party already started."
Ronnie folded her arms.
"You took your time."
Hancock smirked.
"Had to dig half this junk out of a sunken dockyard."
Behind him, his scavenger crew began unloading the cargo.
And unlike Magnolia's carefully organized caravan.
Hancock's materials looked like they had been dragged out of every ruined harbor in the Commonwealth.
Rusty ship plates.
Propeller assemblies.
Old marine engines.
Dock winches.
Boat hull fragments.
Metal scrap piles.
But Mel's eyes lit up immediately.
Because mixed within that mess…
Were priceless parts.
Marine propeller shafts.
Engine blocks.
Water intake pumps.
Exactly the kind of components needed to make a real patrol boat work.
Hancock walked toward Mel with a grin.
"Heard you're building something fun."
Mel nodded.
"Something like that."
Hancock glanced toward the workshop building where sparks from welding torches were still faintly visible through the windows.
"You engineers always make the wasteland more interesting."
Magnolia stepped closer, looking between the two men.
"So between my caravan…"
She gestured toward the stacked steel plates.
"…and Hancock's junkyard…"
Hancock smirked.
"Hey."
"…you've got everything you need now."
Mel slowly looked around the courtyard.
Materials were everywhere.
Steel beams for the factory.
Hull plates for the prototype.
Engines.
Mechanical parts.
Ship components.
Tools.
The project had suddenly gone from possible…
To inevitable.
Ronnie noticed the look on his face.
"Looks like your waiting period just ended."
Mel smiled.
"Yeah."
He looked toward the workshop doors.
Inside, his engineers were already preparing tools again.
Ready.
Excited.
The skeleton frame waited.
And now, all the missing pieces had finally arrived.
For a little while longer, the courtyard remained a storm of movement.
Men and women moved between the stacks of metal like ants around a newly discovered food pile. Soldiers helped unload crates. Caravan handlers led the Brahmin away from the gate. Hancock's scavengers dragged heavy marine components down from their trucks with loud metallic thuds.
The air filled with the smell of dust, rusted steel, and oil.
And in the middle of it all, Mel simply stood there for a moment, absorbing it.
Because only yesterday they had been staring at a skeleton frame and wondering when the real work could begin.
Now the ground around him was covered in enough material to build three boats if they had the time.
Magnolia walked past a stack of steel plating and knocked her knuckles against one sheet.
"Good thickness," she said. "Came out of an old industrial warehouse south of Cambridge. Took half my caravan to haul it here."
Mel stepped closer and ran his hand across the plate's surface. The steel was scratched and dull from age, but it was strong. Perfect for hull plating.
"This'll hold."
Magnolia gave him a satisfied smile.
"Better."
Across the courtyard, Hancock's scavengers were unloading what looked like a complete marine engine block from the back of their truck. It took six men and a chain hoist just to get it onto the ground.
Hancock leaned casually against the truck door while watching them struggle.
"Careful with that," he called lazily. "That one still runs."
Mel's head turned immediately.
"Wait, that engine still works?"
Hancock shrugged.
"Ran when we pulled it out of the harbor."
Magnolia laughed.
"Your definition of 'runs' is questionable."
"Hey," Hancock said, raising a finger. "It coughed twice. That's practically a miracle in the Commonwealth."
Mel walked toward the engine while the scavengers carefully lowered it onto a crate.
The machine was old.
Paint long gone.
Metal scarred by years of saltwater corrosion.
But the core structure looked intact.
Mel crouched down and turned the crank slowly with both hands.
The shaft moved.
Rough.
But it moved.
He stood up again and looked at Hancock.
"This might actually work."
Hancock grinned like he had just won a bet.
"Told you."
Ronnie crossed the courtyard toward them with her arms folded.
"Just make sure it doesn't explode when you put it in the boat."
Mel shrugged.
"That's part of the testing process."
Hancock laughed loudly.
"I like this guy."
But eventually the unloading slowed.
The materials had arrived.
Stacks of steel plates were moved toward the workshop entrance.
Mechanical crates followed.
Engines and marine components were carefully rolled across the courtyard on carts.
Inside the workshop, Mel's engineers were already preparing space.
The moment the first hull plates arrived through the door, the atmosphere inside changed again.
The real work had begun.
Night settled over the Castle slowly.
Outside the walls, the ocean moved endlessly in the dark, waves breaking softly against the rocky shoreline.
The new factory site down near the coast glowed with lantern light where Sturges and his builders were still working. From the Castle ramparts, you could see sparks flickering in the darkness as welding torches lit the air.
The boat factory foundation was already being marked out.
Back inside the fortress workshop, the prototype skeleton stood under bright work lamps.
It looked larger now.
Stronger.
With the new materials stacked nearby, it no longer felt like an experiment.
It felt like the beginning of something real.
But even engineers eventually had to sleep.
One by one, tools were set down.
The welding torches cooled.
Mel stayed the longest, walking slowly around the skeleton frame one final time before leaving.
He ran a hand along one of the ribs.
Tomorrow they would finish the skeleton.
Then the real engineering would begin.
He shut the workshop lights off as he stepped outside.
The next morning arrived with a burst of energy that the Castle hadn't seen in years.
The sun had barely cleared the horizon when the sound of metal work echoed across the courtyard again.
Inside the workshop, Mel's team had already started.
And they were moving twice as fast.
The change was obvious immediately.
Yesterday they had been cautious.
Today they were hungry.
Because the materials had arrived.
Because the prototype could now become a real machine.
Mel stepped through the workshop door just as two engineers lifted a curved steel rib into position.
"Hold it steady," one of them said.
The rib slid carefully into place against the keel beam.
Mel grabbed the blueprint from the table and quickly checked the measurement.
"Three inches forward."
The men adjusted the beam slightly.
"Now weld it."
A torch ignited.
Blue sparks sprayed across the floor as the joint fused together.
The eighth rib locked into place.
Mel nodded.
"Next one."
Across the room, another group of engineers was assembling the engine mount frame.
This part of the structure required thicker support beams.
The engine Hancock brought wasn't small.
It would need proper reinforcement to handle the weight and vibration.
Sturges had left detailed notes before heading to the factory site.
Mel picked up the paper and read the scribbled instructions.
"Double support braces under the mount."
"Reinforce crossbars."
"Don't trust that engine."
Mel smiled slightly.
That sounded exactly like Sturges.
He walked over to the engine mount frame and crouched beside the builders.
"Add another brace here."
One of the engineers looked up.
"Extra support?"
"Yeah," Mel said. "We're not losing the engine the first time we hit a wave."
Across the workshop, the skeleton frame continued growing.
More ribs.
More crossbars.
Structural braces connecting the entire frame together.
By mid-morning, the skeleton finally reached its full length.
The bow curve rose gracefully at the front.
The stern frame widened at the back where the propeller shaft would eventually sit.
One engineer stepped back and wiped sweat from his forehead.
"Well…"
Mel looked at the structure.
The skeleton was complete.
Every rib in place.
Every support beam welded.
The bare bones of the patrol boat now stood proudly in the center of the workshop.
But they weren't finished.
Not even close.
Mel clapped his hands once.
"Alright."
The room quieted slightly as the builders turned toward him.
"Skeleton's done."
A few satisfied smiles appeared across tired faces.
Mel pointed toward the stacked materials near the wall.
"Now we start the real work."
He walked toward the marine engine sitting on its crate.
"This thing goes in today."
Several engineers immediately moved toward it.
Chains were attached.
A pulley system mounted to the workshop ceiling creaked as the heavy engine slowly lifted into the air.
The metal block swung slightly as it rose.
"Easy!" someone called.
The engine hovered above the skeleton frame like a suspended giant heart waiting to be installed into a body.
Mel climbed onto the frame carefully and guided the engine into position.
"Lower it."
The chains rattled as the pulley slowly descended.
The engine slid perfectly between the reinforced support beams.
It settled onto the mount frame with a heavy metallic thud.
For a moment, the room went quiet.
Mel checked the alignment.
Then he smiled.
"Perfect fit."
A cheer went up from several engineers.
But the work didn't stop.
Bolts were tightened.
Mount brackets secured.
Fuel intake lines were measured.
Across the room, another team began assembling the propeller shaft housing.
One engineer rolled the long metal shaft across the floor carefully.
"That thing's heavy."
Mel walked over and inspected it.
Hancock's scavengers had done a surprisingly good job.
The shaft was old but intact.
"This'll work."
Outside the workshop door, Ronnie stepped inside quietly to observe.
She stood near the wall watching the engineers move around the half-built machine.
The skeleton now held an engine.
Support systems were being assembled.
Fuel tanks were being measured.
Electrical wiring diagrams were spread across the blueprint table.
It looked like chaos.
But it was organized chaos.
Ronnie leaned toward Mel as he stepped down from the frame.
"You're moving fast."
Mel wiped grease from his hands.
"We lost a day waiting for materials."
"So you're making up for it."
"Exactly."
Ronnie looked at the engine sitting inside the skeleton frame.
"That's the one Hancock brought?"
"Yeah."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Think it'll work?"
Mel shrugged.
"We'll find out soon enough."
Across the room, the propeller shaft assembly was finally lifted into place beneath the stern frame.
Bolts locked it into position.
The skeleton now held both the heart and spine of the machine.
Mel stepped back and looked at the growing structure.
Yesterday it had been nothing but steel ribs.
Today it had an engine.
A drive shaft.
Reinforced mounts.
The boat was starting to feel alive.
Ronnie noticed the look on his face again.
"You're enjoying this."
Mel laughed quietly.
"Of course I am."
Outside the Castle walls, waves continued crashing against the shore.
Down near the coastline, Sturges' team was already raising the first structural beams of the new boat factory.
And inside the workshop, the Commonwealth's first real patrol boat was finally beginning to take shape.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
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P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
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