From behind the glass canopy of The Indomitable bridge, Curtis paused in checking the gauges and dials. He watched the little figures grouped together on the ground, and fought against a wave of vertigo. This would be his third trip aboard the airship, but he was still green. He’d have preferred an ocean liner under his boots, but he was a young officer, and didn’t have his choice of commissions. At least he didn’t believe the superstitious rumors about the captain. Or so he told himself.
“Captain on the bridge,” the helmsman shouted. He rose reflexively and banged his head.
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