At the other end of the ship, Trevor finished preparations in the first class lounge.  He adjusted the tablecloths, made certain that the bar was secure, and locked the shutters.  Only a few minutes before launch.  As he glanced out the panoramic canopy at the handlers scrambling below, it struck him how nearly upside-down the ship was.  Only on an airship would the luxury accommodations be on the lowest deck, afforded both breathtaking views and the greatest distance from the hydrogen gas bags which kept the vessel afloat.  He straightened as a line of ladies and gentlemen sauntered in.