Wednesday May 28, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Ebbirnoth: Sergeant, be careful on the way down. You've changed velocity relative to the deck.
Schlock: I can see that. I tried to flap my way back to you but you got away, and now I'm gaining altitude.
Ebbirnoth: Yeah. We're close to the center so the deck is "only" moving at about twenty meters per second. Still enough for some funny winds.
Ebbirnoth: That mooring tower's pretty tall. It was maybe doing fifteen when it hit you.
Schlock: Fifteen. Right. Got it. Got a piece of it stuck right here, even.