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.