OH MY GAWD IT’S A DIRIGIBLE GAIS.
Ok, so it’s good year which is messing up my greedy steampunk eye but know what? THAT’S OK CAUSE IT’S A DIRIGIBLE.
When stowing away a dirigible, it was important to get close to the engine room. That way, one didn’t freeze to death at cruising altitude. It was also important not to get too close so as not to sweat to death.
He’d forgotten that. Two hours in and he couldn’t take it any longer. He crept onto the catwalk above the observation room.
His breath caught. Below him spread the velvety clouds, a blanket of grey-white which would spark envy in the most beautiful swan.
“Yep.” His head whipped around. A woman tipped her admiral’s hat. ” ‘ello.”