Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight - Clearing the Air

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight - Clearing the Air

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight - Clearing the Air

I pushed the brush forwards, carefully edging it along the sides of the plank so that not one drop dribbled off the edge. The wood beneath took on a beautiful wet sheen that matched the rest of the deck.

Lowering the brush, I used the sleeve of a big shirt Gen-Gen had found for me, and wiped at my forehead. There was still a lot of the Beaver Cleavers deck to cover in varnish, but what I had done looked great. The sticky paint-like stuff made the wood look a lot darker and shinier, and with a bit of well-focused Cleaning magic I could remove any dust or stray leaves that landed on the stuff before it dried.

Gen-Gen had even helped me find a big floppy hat covered in colourful stains.

New Skill Acquired: Painting

Rank: F

The ship was really coming along. Awen had replaced some of the pulleys with a bit of help from some mechanics that Rosaline sent, and the hull was completely repainted already.

The entire ship was cleaned from top to bottom already, which certainly helped make it look newer.

All we needed to do was finish up the painting and bring in some new furnishings for the inside. We didnt need all that many bedrooms and rooms inside, and since we werent exactly using him for cargo hauling or anything, the room inside the Beaver was kind of... vast.

At least, it was vast when I considered how space on an airship was usually at a premium.

I was dipping my long-handled brush back in the pan of varnish when I heard some clunking from off to the side. A head of blonde hair soon appeared over the side of the ship between the two poles of a ladder, followed by Awens big inquisitive eyes. Ah... hi, she said, just her head and shoulders poking over the gunwale.

Hey! I said. You might want to wait before coming back up. I just painted that part of the deck and its probably still wet.

Oh, she said with a glance down. Yes, okay. I wasnt here to...

She lapsed into silence for a moment.

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Awen didnt meet my eyes for a moment. I saw her hands tighten and loose on the topmost rung of the ladder. Broccoli, I need help, she said in a voice so small I had to strain all four ears to hear it.

I dropped my brush to the side and walked over, ignoring the prints I was leaving on the still-wet deck. Okay, I said. What do you need?

Awa, its not that u-urgent! Awen stammered. She wiggled her hands about in denial a bit, started to tip backwards, then seized the rung again. Um... but, but if you want to talk now then thats okay too, I suppose. Not here though.

I nodded and stepped up onto the ships railing. In the workshop? I asked. Im kind of curious to know what youre working on.

Ah, yes, okay. Awen said before she started to scramble down the steps.

I hopped down and landed in the courtyard below with bent knees and a big huff of expelled breath. A glance up the ship a dozen meters up showed Awen moving down with surprising alacrity.

I might have taken the ladder too, but it wasnt as fun, and I was wearing an old ratty skirt that one of the maids had insisted I wear instead of my battledress. They were probably worried Id get it stained. Ladders and skirts just didnt mix.

Broccoli, she said.

Awen?

And then she leaned forwards and pressed her lips against mine. Just a quick peck that ended as soon as it began.

Awen scampered back, face blossoming in bright red. Im... sorry. Its just, you said that I was free, that I could do what I wanted and Ive wanted to do that since I met you. And I know youre not that way. And thats okay. I think, I think Im better now. But its all thanks to you and--

Awen, I said. Now I was the one blushing a bit. Its... okay?

She looked down, not that it did much to hide the incandessence of her face. I... okay, she said. Im going to date Rosaline.

I blinked. That had come from nowhere. Uh. Alright.

I dont know if I feel the same way about her as I do... but thats okay. Shes nice, and friendly, and I think that even if things dont work out well still be friends. So itll be nice to learn and-- she swallowed as her face somehow got even more red. And try new things.

I nodded. That does sound nice, I said. Can I be your bridesmaid if you get married?

Awa! No! Its too soon for that kind of thing!

I giggled and jumped off the bench to pull Awen into a big hug. She tensed for just a moment before loosening up. So, I said. Want to show me what youve been building?

Yes! Awen said. She nodded her head like a crazed woodpecker and started to gesture at things. I let her go so that she could show off better.

What did you make? I asked.

I started by improving on the design for my crossbow. Its got a sight now, like a telescope. I still need to mark its ranges But thats an issue for later. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me deeper into the workshop while her voice grew faster and more excited. I got to thinking. My uncle always said that air-piracy was a bit of a problem, and that the best way to get past them was to be an unappealing target. Even tigers hesitate to eat a hedgehog. But the Beaver Cleaver isnt very scary looking, so that wouldnt work.

Okay, I said.

So I had another idea. She stopped before a big thing and gestured at it. This!

I stared. It was about the size of a bike, with a bench at the back, set atop a pair of steel rails and a sort of turnable base with little notches to lock it in place. The entire front of it had not one but three recurve crossbows mounted one atop the other with a complex mechanism that I suspected was made to reload it with the pull of a crank.

What is it? I asked.

Its a rapid-firing automatic ballista, Awen said. Its like my crossbow, but it fires much bigger and stronger bolts. She opened up a box next to the chair and pulled out a three foot long shaft with some fletching on one end and a glass head on the other. See the head? Its a bulb that you can fill with anything you want. I was thinking some reactants could do the trick. Rosaline mentioned one that catches fire when in contact with the air. So it could be very dangerous against wooden ships. And we could fill them with acids too! If we come up against a more modern ship it could do a lot of damage to their hull. But I think the kinetic damage alone would do a lot.

Yes!

And the rails, she went on. Im thinking that we can make them go from one side of the ship to the other. So that we could fire from both sides with only one device and it can be safely stored in the cargo hold until its needed. I made it so that you can turn it by moving your foot on that pedal, and unlock it with the other foot, and when youre not moving, that third pedal cranks new bolts into the feed.

I smiled and let her babble on until Amaryllis found us some minutes later and started yelling at us to get ready for our big evening.

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