Many minutes later, the crew returned. The skyship was fixed, the balloon was patched, and they were drifting through the mist, only a map to guide them. The eagle had eaten and drank and was now fast asleep on John’s arm. Its wing was bandaged, but it would heal.
Max was alone on the helm, crouching on a barrel and gazing into the stars. John wandered over and joined him. ”Thinking of home?” John asked. ”Yup,” Max replied. They chatted away, pointing out the odd shooting star, or view of a planet.
Suddenly, They heard something. A loud scrape rung in Max’s ears. John pulled him down and ducked. The eagle woke with a start, and flew to the mast. Alone, it stared into the gloom and shrieked. It zoomed back to the 2 children and hid under Max’s arm. What could be so scary?
Suddenly, someone chuckled. John whipped round and stared blankly at Ava, a crewmate in her 20’s. ”You silly old chumps!” She said, ”that’s just C2EB, the survey drone. It must have scraped against the hull accidentally.‘’
Ava beckoned. ”You better get to bed before you think anything else is an evil demon.” ”Really?” They both moaned. ”Yes” Ava said sternly.
In ten minutes, Max was snoring like a pig. John, however, was wide awake. he couldn’t help thinking something would go wrong.
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