The light, nimble pirate craft circled the wounded airship. Its envelope was already leaking helium at a prodigious rate, and it wouldn’t be long now.
The leader took another shot, ripping another hole and guiding the ship down towards the target area. The ground crew waited in the clearing below, ready to separate the passengers from their valuables.
Aboard the slowly sinking ship, the crew was paralyzed, caught between trying to fight off the attack and repair the damage before they hit the ground.
The pirate leader smiled. He always found it easiest to let gravity do the hard work.

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