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Jonas as well.
“Yes, do tell,” he added, smiling at Jonas too.
“I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted right now,” Jonas said, frowning at them in turn.
“Take flattered,” Twist suggested with a smile.
Up ahead, their chartered airship hung just off the edge of the docks, looking exactly like a small sailboat with a cloud of white balloons where the sails would be. There were also a number of brass propellers hanging at the squared-off stern, with very wide blades. Two men in rough, simple clothing stood waiting at the gangplank.
Jonas sighed. “Well, I mean, all we ever do these days is whatever Aden tells us. We always have a plan in front of us. It's boring. Whatever happened to just, you know, going and ending up somewhere you didn't expect?”
“Sometimes you say things that make me wonder if I know you at all,” Twist said, looking at him seriously.
“I know what you mean, Jonas,” Myra said, patting Jonas's arm. She then turned to walk across the gangplank with him, holding his hand for stability, onto the open top deck of the ship.
“You do?” Twist asked her, following after them as Tasha stopped to speak to the crew.
“Sure,” Myra said, coming to stand with Jonas and Twist at one side of the open deck. “We are on a tour. It's very interesting to me, but I haven't been to any of these places before. Poor Jonas has been everywhere, haven't you?”
“I've never been to Singapore,” Jonas said, turning to sit on the low railing around the edge of the ship, over the crashing blue waves below.
“Oh?” Myra sounded surprised. “Really? Why not?”
“No reason,” Jonas said, shaking his head. “I just haven't been there.”
“We're ready to cast off!” one of the men called in a loud voice. Jonas slipped off the railing onto his feet, leaning against it instead.
“But really, aren't you bored?” he asked Twist.
Twist thought it over for a moment as the ship's small engines rumbled into life and it began to move slowly away from the dock. Once the moorings were gone, the ship began to bob and sway slightly in the wind. Twist's body fell into the soft rhythms easily, without losing his balance for a moment. He tugged his long, thin, gray scarf tighter around his throat in anticipation of the coming rush of air as the ship began to speed up, arcing out to sea.
“I've never been anywhere either,” he said to Jonas. “I'm well entertained.”
Jonas shook his head and looked up to find Tasha standing not far off, gazing out over the bow. “What about you, Tasha?” he called to her, drawing her attention. “Aren't you bored, always knowing where we're going next?”
“We're going to interesting places,” she said with a shrug. “It's more fun to enjoy the ride than to complain about the details.”
“Oh, you people are no fun,” Jonas said bitterly.
“Maybe you're too much fun,” Twist offered with a smile.
Jonas looked at him uncertainly. “Again, is that a compliment or an insult?”
“Take it however you like,” Twist said, looking away to the horizon before them.
While Jonas grumbled something about monotony, Twist watched as the little ship rose in its long loop over the coast. It straightened out again, heading inland, at a height that brought them only halfway up to the thin white clouds that covered the sky. The sun struggled to force through the high mist, making the whole sky seem to glow in a continuous level of white brightness. The ground below filled with rich green forests that rolled over the jagged mountains like moss.
Up here, the moist air took on a much sharper chill. It wasn't long at all before everyone started to dig coats, jackets, and gloves out of their luggage, and huddle together around an open fire that one of the crew had set in a wide metal hearth in the center of the deck. Although she took her hat off and let her long, maroon hair fly free in the chill wind, Myra was the only one
“Yes, do tell,” he added, smiling at Jonas too.
“I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted right now,” Jonas said, frowning at them in turn.
“Take flattered,” Twist suggested with a smile.
Up ahead, their chartered airship hung just off the edge of the docks, looking exactly like a small sailboat with a cloud of white balloons where the sails would be. There were also a number of brass propellers hanging at the squared-off stern, with very wide blades. Two men in rough, simple clothing stood waiting at the gangplank.
Jonas sighed. “Well, I mean, all we ever do these days is whatever Aden tells us. We always have a plan in front of us. It's boring. Whatever happened to just, you know, going and ending up somewhere you didn't expect?”
“Sometimes you say things that make me wonder if I know you at all,” Twist said, looking at him seriously.
“I know what you mean, Jonas,” Myra said, patting Jonas's arm. She then turned to walk across the gangplank with him, holding his hand for stability, onto the open top deck of the ship.
“You do?” Twist asked her, following after them as Tasha stopped to speak to the crew.
“Sure,” Myra said, coming to stand with Jonas and Twist at one side of the open deck. “We are on a tour. It's very interesting to me, but I haven't been to any of these places before. Poor Jonas has been everywhere, haven't you?”
“I've never been to Singapore,” Jonas said, turning to sit on the low railing around the edge of the ship, over the crashing blue waves below.
“Oh?” Myra sounded surprised. “Really? Why not?”
“No reason,” Jonas said, shaking his head. “I just haven't been there.”
“We're ready to cast off!” one of the men called in a loud voice. Jonas slipped off the railing onto his feet, leaning against it instead.
“But really, aren't you bored?” he asked Twist.
Twist thought it over for a moment as the ship's small engines rumbled into life and it began to move slowly away from the dock. Once the moorings were gone, the ship began to bob and sway slightly in the wind. Twist's body fell into the soft rhythms easily, without losing his balance for a moment. He tugged his long, thin, gray scarf tighter around his throat in anticipation of the coming rush of air as the ship began to speed up, arcing out to sea.
“I've never been anywhere either,” he said to Jonas. “I'm well entertained.”
Jonas shook his head and looked up to find Tasha standing not far off, gazing out over the bow. “What about you, Tasha?” he called to her, drawing her attention. “Aren't you bored, always knowing where we're going next?”
“We're going to interesting places,” she said with a shrug. “It's more fun to enjoy the ride than to complain about the details.”
“Oh, you people are no fun,” Jonas said bitterly.
“Maybe you're too much fun,” Twist offered with a smile.
Jonas looked at him uncertainly. “Again, is that a compliment or an insult?”
“Take it however you like,” Twist said, looking away to the horizon before them.
While Jonas grumbled something about monotony, Twist watched as the little ship rose in its long loop over the coast. It straightened out again, heading inland, at a height that brought them only halfway up to the thin white clouds that covered the sky. The sun struggled to force through the high mist, making the whole sky seem to glow in a continuous level of white brightness. The ground below filled with rich green forests that rolled over the jagged mountains like moss.
Up here, the moist air took on a much sharper chill. It wasn't long at all before everyone started to dig coats, jackets, and gloves out of their luggage, and huddle together around an open fire that one of the crew had set in a wide metal hearth in the center of the deck. Although she took her hat off and let her long, maroon hair fly free in the chill wind, Myra was the only one
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