Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One - Casting a Shadow Over Insmouth

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One - Casting a Shadow Over Insmouth

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One - Casting a Shadow Over Insmouth

Insmouth, from above, didnt look like much.

If Needleford was a small city, then Insmouth couldnt be much more than a large village. It sprawled out a bit, most of the homes and buildings nestling around the end of a bay, with docks running out over the water.

The docks seemed too small to deserve the name port. The biggest ship moored there was a small caravel. Mostly, it was fishing boats that were bobbing away in the clear waters.

Foresails stowed! I called. Clive, standing next to me by the wheel, nodded.

The crew pulled in the foresails, canvas snapped, and with a slight lurch the Beaver Cleaver started to slow down.

Grav to half! I said.

Clive unlocked the lever controlling the gravity engine and dragged it gently down to the halfway mark before locking it once more. We started to dip soon after.

I eyed the village in the distance and bit the tip of my tongue as I concentrated. I didnt want us to overshoot it. Or crash into it for that matter. Engines, counter-rotate. Quarter-speed.

Clive pulled the appropriate levers and soon the big propeller behind me started to spin in the opposite direction as before. I had to clamp onto my hat with my ears as wind blasted past me from behind. I laughed and spun the wheel a bit. With the prop spinning counter to its usual motion the wheel would need to be turned in the opposite direction as usual. It was a bit hard to keep track of.

Captain! Steve called from his position next to the figurehead. He was tugging up a coil of rope. Were a quarter league up!

I nodded, then worked really hard to convert that to metric. That was... pretty high up, but not that high for an airship. We were also still dropping a little, even if it felt like the drop was slowing down. I certainly felt heavier as the Beaver moved down slower.

Clive, set grav up a notch, I said.

Aye.

I turned the wheel a little more, adjusting course not for Insmouth or its docks, but for an empty field right next to the villages wall. I hoped whomever the field belonged to didnt mind us stopping above it.

When we had slowed down to a crawl I had Clive set the engine to neutral and we coasted in over Insmouth, the tops of the tallest houses only a dozen meters below. I could see people staring up, some of them pointing, others running towards us.

I imagined that the local kids didnt see ships as cool as the Beaver every day.

Should we deploy more sail to stop? I asked Clive.

The old harpy looked about, then raised an arm so that his feathers caught in the wind. No, theres a light crosswind from the south. Best to face away from it and push back into it.

I nodded and spun the wheel around. Quarter astern, Clive.

Soon enough we were... more or less over the field I was aiming for. I was happy that I didnt tell anyone that I was aiming for the field, or else that would have been embarrassing. Anchors down! Clive called. He turned towards me. Now, usually this is when youd turn off the grav generator and allow the ship to float down on its balloon alone. But were not over a proper dock.

Can the engine stay on forever? I asked.

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I nodded. That was really clever. Insmouth looked like a nice town, and I bet that they never kidnapped anyone, but it was best to stay safe. Maybe wed notice Golden Rogers ship over the horizon one day and wed need to bolt. Are you staying aboard? I asked.

Us? No, were explorers! On our way to Sylphfree. We wanted to circle around the Trenten Flats, but we may have circled too far down.

Explorers, huh? Howard said. He blinked his big eyes. Thats mighty interesting. Do you do dungeons? Fight monsters?

Yup! We go on adventures.

Howard nodded. Well, if you intend to stay around the town for any amount of time, we might have something that you could help us with. I think that would make the lot of us a lot more welcoming than before.

I tilted my head to the side. Whats that? Have you been having trouble?

A little, Howard said. But I ought not talk about it so openly. Ill speak to a few townsfolk, see if theres any interest in hiring some tough young folk to help.

I shrugged. It wouldnt do not to at least see if we could help. Sure. We should be around for a little over a day. We need a few essentials.

Howard smiled, seeming pretty pleased with that. I work over at the Inn. You cant miss it. Ill ask around right away, so if you come over later Ill have an answer for you.

Brilliant! I said. And its okay that we shop here?

Howard nodded. Sure thing. Gold spends as well here as anywhere else. We might need to weigh your coins though, were not part of any fancy-big governments you know?

Thats fair, I said. So, is everyone here a fish... person? Ah, I dont know the name of your race, Im sorry!

Howard laughed. No need for that. We dont rightly have a name for what we are. Just normal folk. The local dungeons pretty easy, and if you do things right by it, you can become like us. My familys been here for five generations now, and we all end up looking like this.

Thats neat! I said. I guess Ill give the town a tour while we grab some supplies.

Sure thing, Captain. If you run into any trouble, you just ask me and Ill help you as much as I can. Oh, but word of caution, get back to your ship before the fog sets in. Its safer that way.

The fogs dangerous, got it, I said. I waved to Howard and ran back over to my friends. They seem nice, I announced.

Strange looking folk, Amaryllis said. They might be bigger bumpkins than you.

Thats a rather common thing with towns like this, Bastion said.

What is? I asked.

The towns detached and separate from the rest of the world. So they develop their own little ideas and culture. These folk look like they might have been humans, or maybe their ancestors were. Now theyre not just separate from the rest of the world on account of their ideas and culture, but physically too.

They dont seem mean, I said.

Bastion shook his head. I dont doubt that theyre just as kind as anyone else. That might be the problem.

That was a weird way of thinking. Whelp, theyre heading back in, I said as I noticed the group dispersing. A few still looked up at the Beaver but it was with interest, not maliciousness. We should see about getting our supplies too. Oh, and we need to stay out of the fog. Its dangerous.

Well see about that, Amaryllis said.

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