Plot Picture Challenge 17

[Greenie]

A picture is worth a thousand words, as is often quoted.
How does the picture below speak to you? Perhaps as a poem? Perhaps a roleplay idea? Maybe a story?
Whatever comes to your mind, write those words down! All is well and welcome, whether a couple of sentences or more!

 

[PoetLore]

Edwina Muffington smiled at her invention. She checked her calculations and pulled on her goggles.

Her assistant Gregor standing next to her shaking his head. "Please Miss," he urged her, "DO not do this. You know it is not possible to fly...this is a ship...it sails...it is against nature for men to fly."

She rolled her eyes at him, "Gregor, you worry too much."

He sighed as worry furrowed his brow, "You know Master Hickson said it is impossible..."

Edwina looked at him, but before she could reply, said Master Hickson entered the room. "Miss Muffington!" he said, "I demand that you cease this nonsense at once! This is preposterous! Everyone knows this is impossible and not even practical."

Edwina sighed and looked at him haughtily, "Then let the men, or man as it may be, who say it cannot be done get out of the way of the woman doing it!" And with those parting words she climbed into the ship and fires up the engine which filled the balloon and the propeller as well. Soon the ship lifted out of the water and she waved as she sailed off across the ocean.

 

[SODANK]

Fendrick leaned up against the safety railings on the port-side of the vessel. From there he got a impressive view of the bee-like worker. For a privateer airship theses guys appeared to have the same disciple as the Navy. A comforting sight, but Fendrick still loathed having his escort detail be privateers. But what could he do? The navy couldn't fly though these parts without starting several wars. So, get a neutral party to cut through the tape.


Having enough of watching the ship's crew. Fendrick turns and looks out the the great expansive ocean the ship is flying over. Hard to imagine that only 5 years ago each nation was sailing the seas. Now we are already sailing the skies. Seafaring ships are still in service due to their cheap costs. But also some models have been designed with massive cannons pointed upwards to take on airships. Making them a tactical choice.


"Duke Fendrick!" a hearty voice called out. Fendrick quickly turned to spot a man dressed in a tattered Moldorian officer's coat and hat. All while grinning with two others following close behind. The man who called his name out approaches and extends his hand "'I'm Baldwin, Captain o' this 'ere ship."


While Fendrick was a duke and typical wouldn't shake the hand of a lowlife privateer. He does take in mind that these people could toss him overboard any second they wanted. Taking his hand, Fendrick offers a firm grip and eye contact "it's a pleasure, Captain Baldwin…" it really wasn't a pleasure, but again. Safer just to be nice to some scoundrels for a few days than be tossed into the middle of the ocean.


Baldwin smiles as the duke. Surely he was genuinely trying to be friendly. But Fendrick kept his guard up. "Now allow me to introduce Ye' to my Quartermaster Heshlim" the captain steps aside and gestures to a man with a dark skin complexion. Obviously this man originated from the Sesicaw deserts. Fendrick was the one to extend his hand this time and it was quickly accepted. Moving in the captain introduced the other man. "This 'ere is my precious navigator Norman!" The captain says as he slings his arm behind the man. The navigator looks like a man that stepped out of university with his cleanly cut hair and glasses. Perhaps he was a more refined gentlemen? Fendrick smiled this time as he extended his hand. When Norman cracked his mouth open to return the smile. Fendrick got to see that he did look like a lowlife as majority of his teeth were gone. What remained in there was crooked and stained. Good chance the man had a addiction of drinking that FeelWater. Damn stuff leaves you feeling great but literally rots your teeth out.


But the two shake hands without any need to address the man's teeth. "Excellent lads! Now that we got the meet and greet outta the way. I'd like to be the first to welcome ye' aboard the Sanctuary! My ship! The best ship in this damn world! Ye' got nuffin to worry about, well make sure ye' get to where ye' need to be going. In one piece!" The captain proudly said with confidence so thick you could bottle it. Most of the time captains just say that in hopes it put you at ease. But this captain may have actually comforted Fendrick. "Well unless you got teabags on this ship I suppose I won't have to worry at all!" Fendrick says in a playful tone. The Captain along his entotuage gives out a hearty chuckle. Baldwin even goes as far as to pat Fendrick on the shoulder


Normally a awkward position to be for Fendrick. But something in him is telling him to go with the flow now. These people certainly were no nobles. But there was something nice about that. He doesn't have to worry about public appearance of landing flat jokes with high brow officials. These people were too high or drunk to ever care about those trivial thing. Baldwin then slips his arm behind Fendrick's neck and starts walking him towards the hatch that leads deeper into the flying beast. "We got somethin' better mate! We got grog and plenty o' it!"


The man's stench was certainly something to take note of. Could just smell the hundreds of daring adventures the captain has undergone. But once again, Fendrick just went with the flow. As they got near the hatch the Quartermaster step toward and lifted it up for the captain and their VIP. Stepping down into the darkness of the lower levels. Fendrick began to wonder if there was really grog down here or if this was a trap.


Too late to turn back now

 

[noodle]

Churning,
Twisting,
Spinning,
Pushing.
The airship cuts through clouds like they're nothing,
Pushes swiftly through the strong tides of winds.
Standing up on deck, she raises her hands,
And watches the mist slip through her fingers.
Tumbling,
Splitting,
Whipping,
Floating.