The Journey of the Waroona ch3
I was awoken by the loud chorus of a steam whistle. I groaned and turned over. I really did not want to get up. The whistle sounded again and again. It took my brain a while to figure out that the steam whistle belonged to the Waroona.
I quickly tossed the sheet Id been sleeping under aside and moved to the window. The Waroona was clearly visible. Sooty smoke was beginning to billow from the funnel and two crewmen on the foredeck were preparing to pull in the bowlines. The ship was leaving!
I hurriedly left the window, picked up my pack where Id dumped it the previous night and ran out of the room and down the stairs.
As I left the bar and ran along the door, I wondered why the ship was leaving this early. We were usually in port for at least a week. It must be something urgent. I fled up the gangway just as Smithy and a mate were drawing it aboard.
Cutting it kinda close arent we Lowes? He teased.
No-one told me we w
Dragon Spell Teaser
The forest was eerily silent. The stars above were concealed behind clouds and the moon was non-existent. No light shone from above but within a cave dug out from the side of a mountain, the signs of fire flickered. The flames cast their dancing shadows upon a sleeping dragon.
The dragon was not a normal dragon by any means. Frills along its neck, back, tail and legs denoted it as a member of the marine elementals, a race on the verge of extinction. All elementals in fact were almost extinct.
The dragons slumber continued, its mighty chest heaving slowly. You wouldnt have known just by looking at him but Auryths was well over five hundred years old and therefore classed as an elder.
The near silence of the cave was interrupted by the hushed chattering of a small band of excited slayers. Slayers were humanoid insects adapted to hunting dragons. They were the reason behind the decline of the dragon race in general and in particular the elementals.
They crept up upon Aury
The Journey of the Waroona Ch2
I watched as the men on the pier rushed to complete the hard work of unloading the ship.
The smell of the place was unique, a mix of ash, coal, sea salt and metal. It was a smell that I had grown up with and I loved it. I should be grateful of my position on the Waroona, a stoker. Many of my friends have to sell everything they own just for a loaf of bread. All around the harbour, there are laid up ships and if we are not careful, the Waroona will join them. It wasnt long before smithy spotted me just standing there on the pier. Oy, Lowes! Why dont you help us unload the ship for heavens sakes! If the old man sees you, youre a goner for sure! His voice was tough but still friendly. Smithys real name was Edmond Ricard but everybody, including myself, called him smithy. The Old Man was John Mankston, our captain. He had a quick temper so you didnt want to get him angry or else you might wake up the next morning with a slit t
The Journey of the Waroona ch1
31st April, 1932
It was the great depression. Throughout the world, countries suffered from the consequences of the collapse. Australia was hit hard. Australia relied on export for its economy and with the depression, the agricultural and wool business suffered. 29% of Australias population was out of work and it seemed as if the economy would never recover. Crime rates were high and nearly everything was stopped.
It was therefore a sense of occasion as the Tramp Steamer Waroona. The ship was typical of its class, with a long, relatively low hull with a lowered section amidships for access to the hold. The forecastle and poop decks were raised about two metres above the lowered well deck. The superstructure basically consisted of three decks, a lower deck that ran nearly the entire length of the poop deck, ending just short of the stern. The second deck above this stretched halfway from the front of the lower deck to about half-way. It was on this deck th
Mission To JupiterMission to Jupiter
November 8th, 2048: Lost in space
We are into the seventh month of the journey to Jupiter and there is a long way to go, but Im worried. Zugo hasnt been himself for the last few weeks. Then again, all of us havent. This small compartment, the dome which we call our home isnt supposed to have people living in it for long but now its our only hope. Inside, three men are cramped into the space, myself included. Why you ask do we simply find a larger spot to spend our time? Well theres a good reason. The whole ship is contaminated. No human can survive throughout the rest of the ship for the radiation. How did this happen? Ill tell you. Just keep reading as I tell you stage by horrible stage.
April 22nd, 2048: Launch Day
All crew for operation exodus, please report to launch pad number thirty-six immediately. The PA announcement rung throughout the terminal.
I had no belonging with me so it was no trouble