The Airship Fleet
Like hungry carrion the enormous fleet of the Federal Navy began collecting again around the skies of Wysteria, and a feeling of dread and panic began to build up in the forest. Each ship a mighty construction of wood and metal. Many of them several hundred feet in length, their crewmembers scampering about them like ants.
White sails were folded up, cannons were run out, rifles were readied.
There was a loud snap and the nose of one of the ships dropped down. Like a broken marionette the model ship swung from its remaining strings, ants spilling off of it.
“CUT!” the director yelled.
An overweight man with mustard stains on his t-shirt walked over and grabbed the model ship, which was barely bigger than his fist, and began fiddling with the broken wire.
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