flight_of_muse (flight_of_muse) wrote in writeaway, @ 2011-10-16 06:03:00 |
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There's Flying and Then There's FLYING
Who: Liam Noble, Doctor 3 and Jo Grant
What: One day the TARDIS visits the Seahawk for an airship ride
When: summer 1895, a bit after midnight
Where: Somewhere in the sky over England
Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd, not likely to be high
Hours before daylight unfurled, the Seahawk roosted overhead, moored to the airship tower. She waited for the journey from the Lake District near the coast to Newcastle-upon-Tyne. If one might describe a cloud as a fat cigar made of canvas, this was what the overhead balloon resembled. The vessel below was of a vintage Victorian clipper ship build. One had to give more than a casual glance to notice she was equipped with steam engine technology for those times when the wind failed to fill the sails.
The wind blew steadily from the sea. Had the ship been free floating, the breezes would have pushed her inland. The air tousled wavey dark hair belonging to the captain of the Seahawk. He stood on the roof of the wheelhouse. His eyes looked to the east, watching the stars quietly. He imagined what it must be like to fly, not just ride the currents on board a ship, though she almost gave him the wings he often dreamt of owning.
Liam thought he heard the sound of a canvas sail being ripped by a rough, rude wind. Looking around, he could see none of the sails were unfurled. The sounds altered and were rhythmic -- not exactly like drums but more of a rusty kind of... wheezing? The captain walked a few steps to the center of the wheelhouse roof. He paused. Suddenly he couldn't hear anything unusual. The normal creaks and groans of the ship were there. Liam knew he hadn't imagined it. The air felt electrified, like when he'd seen for himself a Tesla coil in the laboratory. Senses alert, eyes darting back and forth, he waited -- for what?