[color=8493ca][h3][b]Post Captain Le Marinier[/b][/h3]
[b]Hopes small flame.[/b]
[I]Party in the sky[/i]
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Captain Le Mareiner bowed and gave a dramatic flair to the lady he had been dancing with, he was polite even if they were strangers, refugees and in a chaotic situation they could still be gentlemen and officers. “Mi lady, thank you for your time, please enjoy our little evening of entertainment. We have some  exceptional vintages here, good company and music and if I might be so bold, excellent people.” He said with a little drama, he could be proud of the little event they established, small but rather important. 

They had little to celebrate and a lot of stress in the last few days and weeks, so this was their chance to live and enjoy a little luxury. He circulated with the ease and comfort of a veteran of diplomatic balls, events and galas etc. This was his element, what he was used to for the last years of his life. 

Pausing he looked out the window, far far to where they went. If one knew you could still see the odd flash and light of a battle many miles away, they had long passed it but at their height a clear night meant you could see even beyond horizons. The wind whistled a little in the taped window, the panel below had a patch and a rough coat of still shiny military primer painted on, they had got through but the bullets had been real and some had hit their airship but thankfully hit nothing of any real danger. His former ship would have not even chipped really the thick navel paint layers, but this was far less armoured and armed than a Favain heavy warship. 

Thoughts on a past life before he lost an eye and part of his hand, he put them back where they belonged, in the past and moved back to the bar to refill his drink and sample some other liqueur they had, the range was truly exceptional. 

The Post captain could not deal with the past, present and future at the same time. Especially his history but he could look forward and deal with the now whatever it may be. Fate by some odd mistress had left him one of the most senior officers aboard, and had long held his rank on paper. Now he was being forced to earn every last one he had held since he left the Naval Academy. 

Fine brandy banishing that mental side track, no. Not tonight. 


[@Badarby]