It's not like I want to yell at him, Lucy thought to herself. He really just doesn't understand otherwise.
"Well, I guess this means that I won't be able to repair it then, huh?" Finnian's response came out thick and slow, as it always did.
"You got that right." Lucy sometimes wondered why the captain even let him stay on the ship, but then she always remembered how good he was with making repairs to just about anything; if he could see what it was supposed to be, he could make it that way. Too bad that seemed to be the only good part of Finnian.
"Well, I think that's enough yelling at the grease monkey," George had come around from the other side of the winch and was wiping his hands with a grimy cloth, sporting the same style of blue jumpsuit as the two of them, though his was obviously much shorter than theirs, seeing as he stood barely up to Lucy's shoulder. "Last I heard, Cap'n wanted you down in your room getting prettied up for the Guild meeting tonight. You know how much he enjoys having a pretty lady on his arm." The smile that came across as he said things like this always sent a weird shudder down her spine, but Lucy had learned to ignore it. As far as she knew, George just enjoyed getting under her skin.
She repositioned herself into a regular standing position; she hadn't even realized that she had started leaning over in her anger, and then proceeded to walk down into the lower deck to her room. Not that there was any other deck. Being the only girl, she got her own room, whereas Finnian and George had to bunk together. She fell atop her bed, glad to have repaired the pipe, listening to the hum and drone of the engine next door. She slowly felt her eyelids close in on each other until at last they met each other in the middle of her eye, soothed by the ship's noises and movements.
It was at that precise moment that she both felt and heard the explosion. The shudder that went through the ship was so intense that it threw her out of bed, three feet above the ground. She managed to land on her feet, and quickly looked around, expecting to see a hole leading into the engine room and fire coming from it, but there was no such hole. Running into the hallway, she didn't see any signs of fire at all from the engine room, so she ran up to the main deck, where she was met with orange light and her crewmates.
The flames quickly caught her attention, though they weren't where she expected them to be. She walked over to the railing at the edge of the deck, unable to comprehend what her eyes were telling her, for there, in front of her, stood the metropolis, burning. All of it was burning.
"I guess this means the meeting will be cancelled tonight." The captain's voice startled Lucy; she quickly turned to see him dressed in his evening best.
(ok, so not the longest post, but a post all the same... I accomplished something today! yeah! Oh, and go check out http://moorewriting.wordpress.com/ he's got some pretty cool stuff, especially if you like fantasy. I feel like I'm falling behind my wife, she's already written like 6 pages in her notebook, and I've maybe written 3 or 4... oh well, mine will be more actiony ;) maybe, who knows... hope you guys are having a great one, and I'll catch ya on the flippin' side of awesomeness (it's where everyone flips and stuff) )
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