Below Me in the Churning Water
tending to her quarrelsome husband- transmissions will resume
- accused of murdering his roommate
- circuit breakers?
- hands moving upwards
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Below me in the churning water, the crew of the Pentagonal Party’s airship clung desperately to the gondola, barely afloat, and tried to fend off the voracious fish. They were doomed, the lot of them, unless Fleur decided to intervene. I knew she would not.
The chances that her half-brother William was actually aboard the vessel were slim, which meant that we needed to be cautious. If he had managed to gain a foothold on the islands we were quickly approaching, we were floating straight into trouble.
“Fleur! Fleur!” I heard Isolde cry from the galley above me. “Where the hell can she be?”
“No doubt tending to her quarrelsome husband,” came Jim’s drawling reply. I wished he would stay at the zeppelin’s controls. We were still flying low across the waves. Too low, in my opinion.
I climbed the ladder out of my harpoonery seat and reached the galley just as Fleur descended from her upper perch.
“Who knows when those traitor’s transmissions will resume,” she said. “We need to retake the archipelago before they have time to call for reinforcements.”
My brother Jim had been accused of murdering his roommates in both 9th and 11th grades at the Academy, and again later in culinary school. Someone that ruthless and slippery would be an asset in a situation like this, if I thought I could trust him.
Isolde bounced my children in her arms, looking puzzled. “But how can they radio anyone?” she asked. “Wouldn’t those things get all wet? What are they called, the electric thingies — circuit breakers?”
“We can’t take any chances,” Fleur snapped. “Jim, get back to flying this thing.”
She followed him out of the galley and kept an eagle eye on him until he was once again seated in the copilot’s seat, hands moving upwards to grasp the controls.
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