Airships: Tension

Elletra poked her head through the hatch that opened up to the lookout’s post. A middle-aged man was standing in front of her with a small smile.

“They told me you were coming. How are ya, miss?” He said, helping Elletra up.

“I’m alright, thanks. Have you seen much tonight?” Elletra asked as she stared at the sky that was exploding with a million shining stars.

“Not for my whole watch. But perhaps you will have more excitement when the next shift comes, eh? He is always on time, so he should be any second now.”

As if on cue, Elletra suddenly felt the hatch door under her being pushed. The man next to her laughed and movedvher aside. The hatch door swung open and Elletra wished she hadn’t moved from atop of the hatch, for now she was staring at the blue eyes that haunted her in her sleep. Hawkeye’s mouth was open but no sound was coming out.

“Well, goodnight, miss. You coming in Hawkeye so I can get down the ladder?” The man said, oblivious to the tension in the air.

“Oh, right.” Hawkeye scrambled up.

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