03-10-2014, 04:28 AM
Ethan gawked at the man. Surely he couldn't mean the Atlantic Ocean! Stating his disbelief on the comment was laboring to get beyond his own shock and even when his voice finally catch up with the man it was completely drowned out by the gathering din of worries flooding into his mind. "I can't just... go to the ATLANTIC! I've got work! You're stopping this airs--" Spade choked at the sight of the green fields below them. "We're... going too fast..."
It was simply impossible. Airships weren't designed to be speedy by any means but this one had already made it's way outside of the clutter of London's sprawl. The stunned man hung near the dinning room windows once more stunned into silence for several long moments. Only when Crispin requested him to sit did his eyes leave the glass, though it was as if his eyes had taken on their quality as he sank into the chair. As he had watched the window a number of villages and even a town or two had flown past beneath them. It was clear they were traveling at an incredible speed and would be crossing over into the Atlantic within the hour. As if a puppet he fixed his tea and took a shaky sip to calm his nerves.
"How...?"
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