June the 12th, 1893
35°50', N 9°41' W
Favorable winds continue, and with any luck…”
The boom of cannons. A moment later, the deck shudders beneath your boots, spraying ink across the pages. You wrench open the nearest window and look out. The starboard anterior propellor has been hit, bright flames licking around the twisted brass. Already, you can feel Invictus lilting.
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Behind you through the smoke, you see another airship, approaching fast. A long, long way below you are tiny, white-capped waves. Disaster looms.
No time to dilly-dally, you spring into action!
- To the Bridge! The captain needs you!
- To your Cabin! There’s something you must protect!
- To the emergency Gliders! Every man for himself!
- To the Guns! You won’t go down without a fight!