Safe!
Previously Watkins has retrieved the secret package from the remote Aetherwave Station and has arrived back at the airship field outside Reykjavik. While loading it onto the HMAS Francis he discovers that his two wayward Marines have returned aboard. After giving them a mighty dressing down they tell him some exciting news concerning Max and their missing shipmates!
Enjoy the conclusion of Ice and Clockwork part VII.
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Thanks for reading along.
Keep your sightglass full, your firebox trimmed, and your water iced.
KJ
Ice and Clockwork
A serial story from The Airship's Messdeck.
Part VII
by Kevin Jepson
"News? What news."
The two Marines are now grinning again.
"They have been found Sir! Miss BB... er Lieutenant Buckert and Max and
Lieutenant Baleva and Mr Simpson and all Sir. They found the Argo
wrecked on the coast of Norway and they are bringing them all back.
They'll be in London on Sunday Sir!"
Watkins lets out a whoop, all pretense of rank gone, "Damn! I knew it! Wow, after all this time! Fantastic news Ellis!" Grinning broadly now he shakes Cooke's hand, and even gives Fraser a big hug. "Was this a general announcement?"
Cooke still smiling says "No Sir. Were a private message for you direct from Naval Intelligence, which was odd. Sweep couldn't decode it so me and Sarge looked it over. It looked kind of like that code the Admiral had the Sgt Major and Max use in Cape Town."
Fraser chimes in. "Since it were addressed to you and you wouldn't know the key either as only the Sgt Major and Max were supposed to have it, we figured it would be a key you would think of. Took a few tries but then we hit on the name of our ship and it worked! The Skipper must have had second thoughts about keeping two such crazy marines on his ship!"
"Well, bloody fine news indeed, wish we could be there when they step back on to the shore of old Blightey!"
"There is more Sir, the
Velvet Brush is finished her refit and will be ready to start flying again, Sweep was reading the news and told us."
"Bloody hell, and us up here in Iceland!"
Fraser asks "Any chance we could get back aboard her?"
"Well if Max has anything to say about it I suspect so, but we got to get back there first. At least my orders are to deliver this package personally to Portsmouth 'With Dispatch'. So we can make a beeline there, if the Captain agrees that is. Get this lashed down and hooked up, I'll go report to the Skipper and make sure we are ready to be about getting under way as soon as we can!"
"Aye aye Sir!" The two Marines still grinning like schoolboys set to work with a will.
Watkins hooks up the ships power cable and once he is sure the power levels are correct switches over to the ships systems. As he heads to the ladder to climb up to the keelwalk, Fraser says "A moment Sir."
"What is it Kade?"
"That were a fine tirade Sir, worthy of a full lieutenant that was!"
"Hah! Go to hell Sarge!"
"With pleasure Sir, at least it would be warm!"
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Later...
Just outside the gates of the EAD's London Dockyard. An icy fog rolls across the cobblestones almost as thick as liquid water. It hangs close as if it is not sure whether to turn into frost or just fall as rain.
Kade Fraser stamps his boots and blows on his hands, his crimson Airship Marine coat is wet through and icy water drips off his cap. "What's taking Watkins so long anyways, he just had to drop that package off at Whitehall and then meet us here."
"I don't know Sarge, could be he had to get debriefed or something." Corporal Cooke is also stamping his boots and rubbing his hands.
"Well it's been a great big run around and all, first we was supposed to take it to Portsmouth and then, once we flew all the way down there, they tell us to take it to London... on a bloody train!"
Cooke chuckles. "Still can't believe that one Sarge, you see the look on Watkin's face when he was trying to figure out how long the batteries would last on that containment? Thought he would have a fit. Still, if you need to nurse a potentially dangerous gadget across the North Atlantic John Watkins would be your man and no mistake."
Fraser looks over at the gate and then up at the towering walls of the vast Airdock beyond. "True enough, I know where he wants to be right now and that's on the ship floating inside that airdock."
Cooke follows Fraser's gaze and says "Aye and I don't mind tellin you I'd like to be there too! Say Sarge, you think old Max will share some of his rum with us? We's practically Black Gang now."
Kade Fraser laughs. "Now there's a thought to warm yer cockles!"
Finis
Here is the
first part of the Epilogue.
