The clammy English fog clung to every breath the airship crew dared to take, the damp chill gnawing at any exposed skin. The late autumn caused airways to become more dangerous, with the air temperature near freezing, the fuel lines were at an increased risk of icing over. Two ships had been lost on the Northern patrol in the past year alone, and these losses weighed heavily on everyone’s minds at departure.
Airships were a modernized wonder, requiring a smaller crew to run and were nearly untouchable. Cannons heavy enough to damage a ship were too heavy to transport, which meant that the sky belonged to the blade. To pull off a successful raid required a skilled boarding party, which also depended upon possessing another ship and the British Royal Science Society was not sharing any secrets.
Having a hard time today. Just ticked off for no reason.