5 Ash 121 Steel
Aboard the Nachtherr
Aboard the Nachtherr
Inevitably, time wore on and shifts changed and Eitan got himself a turn at the stern. When Dienerin went to rest his eyes from watching the horizon, Eitan happily took over for him and told him on his way out that if he saw Private Albrecht lazing about, to send him along to the bridge. Stefan's man complied with military precision, which made the Commander smile. Over the course of Searing, he had gotten to know Stefan better. They were no longer children so the age difference meant less, and now they were friends—and now they were brothers. The 'in-law' part mattered little. They were family. And so, he was pleased to note that Stefan had capable, loyal servants. It spoke well of him.
The view from here was expansive, and he couldn't help but grin. He slung smoked spectacles from his ears so the glare of midday sun wouldn't blind him.
Though he had been trained in this, it had never been his specialty and so he never got to practice. This was as good a time as any. Their course was straight and if Albrecht showed up, he could check the instruments and give him simple course corrections, easy peasy. And, of course, he would feel as though he weren't being derelict in his duty overseeing his charge and his friend.
Eitan all but danced a jig behind the wheel and he even felt the urge to whistle. After all the planning, training, and preparing, they were finally on their great expedition, their grand adventure. This was what he had dreamed of since he and Brenner had escaped their own birthday party to play at being sky captains saving Zaichaer from mages and pidges and all the powers of the Warrens.
It wasn't everyday a man got to live out his dreams.