Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Cirque du Blanc ❯ The Dreadnought ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

In an otherwise peaceful morning sky, a dark cloud broiled on the horizon. It started as a small dappled shadow. As sudden as the lightning that spread from its center, it doubled and darkened. A resounding clap of thunder roared forth just before something that looked like a wound in the sky tore open, pierced by a long wooden bowsprit.
The bowsprit was followed by the bow of a ship dubbed the Dreadnought, peppered with gun ports and air screws. Her deck was crawling with activity. The bulk of the ship passed through the scar. The surrounding sky had soured and turned into a full blown storm, soaking the crew as they emerged from the dimensional tear.
The air captain glowered at the horizon, beard and hair wild and eyes half-crazed. He barked orders to steady the ship in the storm to his ragtag crew of outlaws and social misfits. They had stumbled through a magnetic storm in the dimensional wormhole and the dregs of it seemed to have followed them, setting their entry askew.
The Spice King's Hierophant would have known about the magnetic storm. Normally that would have been something he would have divulged in the debriefing, and yet here he found himself; Risking his life and the lives of his crew for a cargo of Mint, Cinnamon and Star Anise.