He glanced over the toolbox. His smile lingered. He tried to get a good look at what all was inside of it. Meraki liked to discover what was inside things. He kept thinking about the smaller boxes inside the crate too. He eagerly took the offered nails, collected them in his palm, and nodded. He ignored the chill down his spine and the instinctual disgust he felt toward the scowling man, and cheerfully said, “Thank yeh kindly, Mistah Gideon.”
Meraki lowered his fistful of iron nails while he listened to the man’s explanation of the instruction from before. So, the lists were meant to go with the crates. There were multiple then, not just the one that Gideon had been holding onto. Realization crossed over the wick’s features, as his eyes widened with understanding, and he nodded.
“Right! Only ones with lists. No list, no checkin’, yeh?” He reached past the other man, then, to snatch a hammer from the toolbox. He nodded again, then smiled cheerfully once more and held tight to the hammer as he said, “I’ll bring ‘is back, promise. Won’t make that mistake again, promise!”
He returned to the crate, and his smile gradually faded away. With the crowbar, he lifted it back up, then realigned the top to the frame. Meraki paid closer attention, this time, and he used the new nails to drive the top back on. Part of him thought about various things he could run. If he shoved the crate into the water… would he be able to recover the boxes later? Would the water ruin them? Would the waves take it away? Would Gideon go swimming to collect it? He snorted quietly, to himself, at the thought of that. It was an amusing thought to him.
So much so that he finished pounding a nail into the frame, then asked, “Say, Gideon, do you know how to swim?”
Meraki flipped his hair some, to help keep it out of his eyes. He moved to the last side of the crate and fixed the nails there. He used every one of the nails that’d been offered so that the crate was mostly definitely snugly secured back on. Once finished, he set his hands on his hips – hammer in one hand and crowbar in the other – and he nodded.
“Yeah! Perfect!” he evaluated his own work for Gideon. He looked over at the man and asked, “...Now what’d I do?”