Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine - Finders Keepers

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine - Finders Keepers

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine - Finders Keepers

So, how bad is it? I asked as Awen pulled herself out of the engine bay. She had a bit of grease on the tip of her nose and some sweat on her brow, but she looked happy all the same.

Its fantastic, Awen said. Its also so, so simple. Well, no, its complicated, so many little parts interacting, but its like whoever designed it wanted every part to be easily replaceable. I think I could make half the parts here out of glass and theyd still work. Nothings under a lot of strain when everythings operating properly. Theres nothing new here, exactly, its all just executed so cleanly.

Thats nice, Amaryllis said. Usually when she said that it was sarcastic, but this time it didnt sound that way. But will the ship work?

Oh, Awen said. She pulled out a hankie to wipe her nose, but before she could I knelt down, licked my thumb, and rubbed the grease off with a bit of Cleaning magic. She made a face before replying. If we can get the balloon refilled, then yes. Even without, I think this one can fly, though itll be under a lot of strain and we might not get far on the fuel we have.

Flight-capable without a bouyancy device? Amaryllis asked. Thats impressive. Weve been trying to crack that one for a while, but we always run into issues, at least when it comes to anything larger than a raft. You need a lot of fuel to manage it, which means more weight, which means bigger engines, which means more fuel.

Awen nodded. Theyve figured it out here. Which I guess isnt too surprising, the Snowlanders are supposed to be some of the best mechanics around, and it shows. I dont even think this was a mass-produced ship. Its got a few little personal touches that I wouldnt expect from something being built in a factory.

Artisanal ship crafters? That was neat. The more I heard about these Snowlanders, the more I wanted to visit them. Although, the flag still concerned me. Nothing piratical in there, right? I asked.

Awen shook her head. I dont think a motor can be piratical.

Calamity had found a seat atop the covered part of the hull. Now that I was thinking about it, the ship was kind of shaped like a very sharp shoe with a hole on the end. So, are we going to leave this here? Seems a shame to leave a working airship behind.

Airboat, technically, Amaryllis pointed out. And... yes, actually, youre correct. Under most international treaties, capturing a pirates vessel means that the vessel is now, in part, your property. You have a legal duty to communicate with its previous owners in most countries, whereby they have the right to purchase it from you at half its market value. Which should be covered by any halfway competent insurance. So, having technically captured this vessel, we can lay a legal claim on it.

Really? I asked. We didnt even beat the pirates ourselves though, so would that be fair?

Broccoli, the nice thing about pirates is that they dont show up in court to argue with you, Amaryllis said.

I pouted, a bit of warmth clinging to my cheeks. Okay, fine, I said. It still feels wrong to just up and take this ship.

Take a quarter of it, Calamity said.

We glanced up to him and the catboy grinned a very Cheshire grin. We are, of course, splitting the find four ways, right? Its only fair.

I nodded. Yup, thats true.

He blinked. Youre not going to argue it?

No, its fair, why would I? I asked. Besides, without your help we wouldnt be here. Did you want me to teach you a bit about handling a ship? Im not an expert yet, but I think I can qualify as an experienced novice.

Oh, Id like that, sure, Calamity said. But if were going to take this thing up, howre your sylph friends going to reach us?

We could reach them in midair, Amaryllis said. It might even simplify things greatly.ity nodded along. He was clearly excited, but then his shoulders fell. We cant. The ponies. He gestured off to the side where the three ponies wed ridden along were grazing at some of the taller grass.

Once I cleared the glue off of our equipment--it really was terribly sticky--we set to reinflating the balloon.

We dont have enough gases to fill the balloon entirely, Awen said. Were going to have to mix in normal air.

In the end, we inflated the balloon with what gases the ship had, then Awen and I undid the rather heavy tanks and tossed them off the side. They were designed to be easy to remove, so it wasnt a big deal, and the weight difference would help.

After that, Awen set up a pump to fill the rest of the balloons space with normal air while Calamity and I coaxed the ponies aboard up a lowered gangplank and then convinced them to lay down onto some blankets while we fed them the rest of the grain wed brought.

I could see why Amaryllis didnt like the idea of bringing them aboard. They took up a lot of space, and if they panicked, then things would get really complicated really fast.

I think our first stop will have to be somewhere to bring the ponies, I said.

We can return to the hunters, Calamity said. Theres a fairly large camp. It might have some supplies we need to keep this boat going too. I think a few of the machines we have at the camp use the same kind of fuel.

With that semblance of a plan in place, we spent the rest of the morning preparing to fly. There was probably a lot less to do to get this ship airborne than, say, the Beaver needed to prepare, but the ship was unfamiliar to us, and we didnt have nearly as big a crew to help set things up.

Awen got the engine started, then, with a box secured to the floor to give her some height, came to stand behind the wheel. Alright. All hands on deck. Gravity engine to half and throttle at idle. Broccoli, sails to neutral. Amaryllis, Calamity, check the rudder sails and start winching the anchor up.

I snapped a salute to Awen, which lit up her cheeks brilliantly. Aye, aye, Captain Awen!

Awa! Id much rather be the first mate, actually.

Can I be the captain? Calamity asked.

You dont have the hat for it, I replied. Cowboy hats were cool, but not what you were looking for when about to pilot an airship. Not nearly enough feathers.

This is a boat, Amaryllis argued. Which means we have no need for a skipper. Now, will we sit here and argue or are we going to get this tub into the air?

Calamity spun the winch which brought up the ships anchors, and Amaryllis and I busied ourselves adjusting the sails, which was surprisingly easy. They were smaller than those on the Beaver Cleaver so we didnt need nearly as much effort to get them deployed and angled correctly.

Awen kicked up the juice on the gravity engine, and then for just a moment, we hovered on the spot. I grinned at the familiar but still strange feeling of momentary weightlessness before we started to climb up very gently.

Engine seems buoyant at... sixty-four percent, Awen said.

Is that good?

Its not exactly fuel-efficient, Awen said, but its enough to let us move, if slowly.

We rose up a few dozen metres, then Awen slowed the ascent down so that we were hovering on the spot.

Okay, I said as I glanced over the edge. Now we only have one more thing to do. What do we name this ship?

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