Braddox,” she laughed.
Noli chuckled. Perhaps Jeff was right and Vix wasn’t so bad after all. She gathered the remaining dishes. “I think if I cook then Jeff should still have to wash up, right?” Looking to Vix she smiled, hoping she wasn’t crossing a line by teasing back.
“Winky, why don’t you ensure Noli knows everything she needs to about the ship.” Vix picked up her coffee mug and shoved it in Jeff’s hands. “Jeff will wash up. I’ll take the helm.” She strode onto the bridge with as much poise as Queen Tiana.
“And that is our beloved ship’s captain.” The corners of Thad’s lips twitched as he leaned on the back legs of his chair, the unpatched eye gleaming.
Jeff shook his head, smiling to himself, as he began to wash up.
Noli brought him the stack of plates. “You sure know how to pick them.”
He laughed. “Oh, Noli, you have no idea.”
Seven
Detour
“If I ever seen another potato it’ll be too soon,” James moaned as they disembarked the passenger ship in Chicago, their rucksacks slung over their shoulders.
“Considering we’re not in North Carolina yet, you’ll probably will,” Steven replied, tired of his brother’s complaining. “Let’s see if we can talk our way onto a ship to Atlanta then a connection to Raleigh. The cook told me we could definitely get there from Atlanta.” They had a belly full of food, a meal for the road, and even though the captain said it didn’t pay, they’d gotten a couple coins for their work.
“Can’t we go directly there?” James whined as they made their way toward the main part of the terminal. People from all walks of life passed by—from ladies with maids and steam trunks to lowly kitchen boys shuffling along.
Steven studied the large board hanging in the main lobby which displayed arrivals and departures. “I don’t see any direct flights to Raleigh today or tomorrow—not that I was expecting one.” He frowned at the listings. “It looks as if there are a few ships going to Atlanta and one might be in port right now. Should we see if we can gain passage?”
James’ face scrunched in disgust. “Can’t we try cargo ships? Maybe someone’s going by Raleigh? Could we simply stop someplace and ask ? I just want to get there.”
Steven studied his pocket watch then glanced back at the board. Checking cargo ships meant they’d probably miss the first airship to Atlanta. But there was another later today and one tomorrow. Never would he have pegged Chicago to Atlanta as a popular route.
“We’ll check, but don’t get your hopes up. If nothing surfaces, we’re heading to Atlanta with no complaints.” What he wanted was for James to stop whining, which he’d been doing constantly since they’d left Los Angeles.
“Deal. Let’s see what we can find.” James led them through the terminal until they found a smoky bar, filled with ship workers drinking and eating, even at this early hour.
The stench of sour ale, stale food, and unwashed bodies made Steven’s nose wrinkle. This wasn’t a place where first class passengers or captains of luxury ships dined. No, this establishment catered to lower workers, cargo haulers, and aeronautical entrepreneurs—those people otherwise known as air pirates .
Like he was perfectly comfortable with places such as this, James strode over, took a stool at the counter, and ordered coffee for both of them from a one-eyed man.
“Coffee? I’d rather have tea.” Steven’s nose wrinkled in disgust as he slid onto the none-too-clean stool next to his brother.
James snorted in distain. “Tea? We’re not at one of your silly social events. Really, we should be drinking beer.”
Beer? Steven wiped the counter in front of him with his handkerchief, trying not to show his blatant repugnance at this substandard establishment. His spine prickled. There were people from the Otherworld here. He should have guessed. Many of their kind who lingered in this realm involved themselves
Noli chuckled. Perhaps Jeff was right and Vix wasn’t so bad after all. She gathered the remaining dishes. “I think if I cook then Jeff should still have to wash up, right?” Looking to Vix she smiled, hoping she wasn’t crossing a line by teasing back.
“Winky, why don’t you ensure Noli knows everything she needs to about the ship.” Vix picked up her coffee mug and shoved it in Jeff’s hands. “Jeff will wash up. I’ll take the helm.” She strode onto the bridge with as much poise as Queen Tiana.
“And that is our beloved ship’s captain.” The corners of Thad’s lips twitched as he leaned on the back legs of his chair, the unpatched eye gleaming.
Jeff shook his head, smiling to himself, as he began to wash up.
Noli brought him the stack of plates. “You sure know how to pick them.”
He laughed. “Oh, Noli, you have no idea.”
Seven
Detour
“If I ever seen another potato it’ll be too soon,” James moaned as they disembarked the passenger ship in Chicago, their rucksacks slung over their shoulders.
“Considering we’re not in North Carolina yet, you’ll probably will,” Steven replied, tired of his brother’s complaining. “Let’s see if we can talk our way onto a ship to Atlanta then a connection to Raleigh. The cook told me we could definitely get there from Atlanta.” They had a belly full of food, a meal for the road, and even though the captain said it didn’t pay, they’d gotten a couple coins for their work.
“Can’t we go directly there?” James whined as they made their way toward the main part of the terminal. People from all walks of life passed by—from ladies with maids and steam trunks to lowly kitchen boys shuffling along.
Steven studied the large board hanging in the main lobby which displayed arrivals and departures. “I don’t see any direct flights to Raleigh today or tomorrow—not that I was expecting one.” He frowned at the listings. “It looks as if there are a few ships going to Atlanta and one might be in port right now. Should we see if we can gain passage?”
James’ face scrunched in disgust. “Can’t we try cargo ships? Maybe someone’s going by Raleigh? Could we simply stop someplace and ask ? I just want to get there.”
Steven studied his pocket watch then glanced back at the board. Checking cargo ships meant they’d probably miss the first airship to Atlanta. But there was another later today and one tomorrow. Never would he have pegged Chicago to Atlanta as a popular route.
“We’ll check, but don’t get your hopes up. If nothing surfaces, we’re heading to Atlanta with no complaints.” What he wanted was for James to stop whining, which he’d been doing constantly since they’d left Los Angeles.
“Deal. Let’s see what we can find.” James led them through the terminal until they found a smoky bar, filled with ship workers drinking and eating, even at this early hour.
The stench of sour ale, stale food, and unwashed bodies made Steven’s nose wrinkle. This wasn’t a place where first class passengers or captains of luxury ships dined. No, this establishment catered to lower workers, cargo haulers, and aeronautical entrepreneurs—those people otherwise known as air pirates .
Like he was perfectly comfortable with places such as this, James strode over, took a stool at the counter, and ordered coffee for both of them from a one-eyed man.
“Coffee? I’d rather have tea.” Steven’s nose wrinkled in disgust as he slid onto the none-too-clean stool next to his brother.
James snorted in distain. “Tea? We’re not at one of your silly social events. Really, we should be drinking beer.”
Beer? Steven wiped the counter in front of him with his handkerchief, trying not to show his blatant repugnance at this substandard establishment. His spine prickled. There were people from the Otherworld here. He should have guessed. Many of their kind who lingered in this realm involved themselves
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