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[color=00ff66][b][h3]Christina[/h3][/b][/color]
Zeppelin #27, Gondola
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"[i]Cazzo![/i]" Christina swore as the deck unexpectedly lurched. Her hand managed to seize a grab bar, but she swayed unsteadily, her right foot hanging in the air, only her other foot had any purchase on the deck, causing her to gyrate in an un-ladylike fashion. For a moment, she was glad there was nobody to see this.

She didn't hear the tearing of the envelope, but she could feel the wind blowing through the deck.

Slowly the ship righted itself, and both her feet found themselves on the deck again. She sagged for a moment in relief, the strain on her arm gone, then she angrily lurched towards the speaking tube, although the only intelligible words was "[i]marinaio ubriaco[/i]," and "what happened?"