Chapter 7: Going West
“Mmmm! Tasty, tasty eggs!”
A crackling, sizzling sound emanated through the air underneath the ship as the smell of freshly cooked eggs wafted lazily upwards from the ship’s lower radiator. Several members of the crew on the deck above smelled the heavenly aroma and headed to the kitchen only to become puzzled at the mess, swearing cook, and distinct lack of cooked eggs. Something curious was going on, but none thought that the answer would lie on the outside of the hull.
Indeed, an outside observer viewing the ship would swiftly notice the source of the puzzling phantom breakfast smell: A figure, hidden in the darkness of the ship’s shadow, was lounging in the folds of some netting on the outside of the ship just near the radiator. Though this person was clearly in a dangerous predicament, risking an imminent drop in the sea far blow, it was quite obvious it seemed little bothered. Indeed, it seemed quite cheerful with it’s place at the moment.
An iron frying pan sat on the metal of the radiator, the ambient heat from the engine being used as an impromptu stove top. Inside three eggs fried quickly in the uncontrolled temperature, burning slightly at the edges but otherwise quite edible. The figure clapped to itself softly as the treat cooked. “I sure didn’t think I’d find a place to cook way out here!” the figure exclaimed in a cheerful, girlish voice. “It’s been too long since I’ve had something this yummy!”
The figure shifted itself slightly and cocked it’s head. “Hopefully they won’t mind that I borrowed this pan though...” it muttered to itself, pausing briefly in thought before coming to a conclusion. “Oh well, I’ll be sure to leave it somewhere they’ll find it when I’m done! I’m sure it will be fine!”
At that moment a burst of wind blew in from under the ship, fiercely rocking the netting and knocking the frying pan off the radiator and into a free fall towards the sea. The figure bolted upright in shock, gasping heavily as it did. “My eggs! No!” it shouted as it dived from the netting after the frying pan.
The figure dropped swiftly, apparently willing to follow it’s meal down to the watery depths far below the ship. Then, just as the figure caught up with the pan in the air, as strange thing happened. The figure, still covered in the shadows of the Steamhawke, grabbed the pan with one of it’s feet. Instead of falling, the figure stopped almost in mid air as what appeared to be gigantic, feathered wings spread out from it, carrying the figure aloft and back up to it’s previous perch.
The figure laughed as it settled back down into the netting. “Phew, I was worried for a moment! Time to eat!” it laughed happily, only to realize that the frying pan that had been set back down on the radiator was now empty, the eggs apparently having dropped out of it during freefall. The figured gasped and made a sound almost as if it was about to cry before sniffing and pushing the thought away. The figure lay back down in the netting, obviously dejected, and sighed heavily.
“Oh well... I guess there is always next week...”