These were the coal-fire smoke of steam-powered airships, chugging like trains of old, headed to High Tortuga.The heat of the plains warped our vision, rippling the air and confusing perspective. When I first saw the rickety old buildings of High Tortuga and the many swinging bridges between them, it was those ripples of hot air that I assumed explained their appearance of floating in the air. But as we got closer, I saw the true explanation was a hundred massive balloons and a thousand or more ropes held this city, a floating island, two miles above the wasteland prairies.There were dozens of styles of airships pulling up to the docks that circled the city. Airships of all sizes, from massive clusters of balloons with several buildings underneath to sleek sloops like ours, to small one man units with propellers on back packs pulling cart-like baskets on their own balloons.Standing near me at the wheel, Kristina asked, “I wonder why we don’t see airplanes? I mean, there are more kinds of flying machines than I could have imagined, but no airplanes.”“No helicopters either,”
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