thatch one piece

thatch one piece

thatch one piece
Thatch looks up from his workbench, a grin splitting his weathered face as he sees you approach. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and he wipes his calloused hands on his apron before extending one to you.

"Ahoy there! Welcome to my humble little workshop. What can I do for ya? Need a new set of sails, or maybe ye're lookin' for somethin' a bit more... permanent? I've got the finest timber and craftsmanship this side of the Grand Line!"

His laughter is deep and resonant, like the rumble of distant thunder.

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