Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Cirque du Blanc ❯ Airscrews and Damnation ( Chapter 4 )
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By: ZeeFae 
When the best laid voyages go up in smoke and thunder.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.16.2019 | Pages: 1 | Words: 264 | Visits: 154 | Status: Work In Progress
When the best laid voyages go up in smoke and thunder.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.16.2019 | Pages: 1 | Words: 264 | Visits: 154 | Status: Work In Progress
It wasn't until the second airscrew caught fire before lightning ever struck it that the Captain admitted he smelled sabotage.
"Captain!" his first mate, Moose, called out over the rain. He was an outlaw with a long list of arsons on his record. Lightning flashed again, this time striking a propeller. "If we don't land of our own accord soon, this ship is going to find a way out of this storm without our help!"
"Damnation," the Captain swore as he tied off a strand of rigging that had snapped loose. He stood back and observed the damage. They were down 2 airscrews, at least one propeller, and there was still another fire at the bow of the ship that the crew was scrambling to put out.
He turned to his ginger helmsman, Russell, and bellowed. "Drop altitude! Extinguish the engines until I give the word!" Russell gave a grim nod and spun the wheel, barking orders down the line to trim the sails and cut the engines. If anyone could land the Dreadnought in this storm, in her current condition, it was him. He was a former frigate flyer from the Dragon War, and none of his vessels had ever even been struck by their brimstone breath.
He, like the Captain, had begun to suspect something suspicious about the wormhole they had come through, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why the Hierophant would want to scrap a vessel like the Dreadnought over some Fairy herbs and spices.
"Captain!" his first mate, Moose, called out over the rain. He was an outlaw with a long list of arsons on his record. Lightning flashed again, this time striking a propeller. "If we don't land of our own accord soon, this ship is going to find a way out of this storm without our help!"
"Damnation," the Captain swore as he tied off a strand of rigging that had snapped loose. He stood back and observed the damage. They were down 2 airscrews, at least one propeller, and there was still another fire at the bow of the ship that the crew was scrambling to put out.
He turned to his ginger helmsman, Russell, and bellowed. "Drop altitude! Extinguish the engines until I give the word!" Russell gave a grim nod and spun the wheel, barking orders down the line to trim the sails and cut the engines. If anyone could land the Dreadnought in this storm, in her current condition, it was him. He was a former frigate flyer from the Dragon War, and none of his vessels had ever even been struck by their brimstone breath.
He, like the Captain, had begun to suspect something suspicious about the wormhole they had come through, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why the Hierophant would want to scrap a vessel like the Dreadnought over some Fairy herbs and spices.