It was late morning, and the Britannia hummed with activity. Repairs to the engine progressed with the slow certainty born of a determined work crew. Parts and workers traversed the narrow boarding bridge between the Brass Griffin and the passenger liner. It was a thin lifeline that allowed the transfer of parts and skill to heal the Britannia’s ugly wounds.
Along the rails of both upper and lower promenade, passengers loitered to watch and gossip on the activity. Those of the lower class en...
Published on March 01, 2015 18:00