Victor Arrington, Earl of Blackwell, handed the brass spyglass to his former first mate. Sunset had just begun to tint the Devon coastline in fiery hues of red and violet, while the soft breeze ruffled the waves to a gentle roar. “That damned crab won’t disappear on us this time.” The steam-belching automated crustacean, roughly the size of a small carriage, scuttled out of the water and into one of the caves on the side of the cliff below their feet. “Aye. We’ll find that blasted cave opening and root the bastards out.” Though his current title was butler, Barnaby Hatch, with his bushy white whiskers and bald pate, looked more like the old salt he was. Together, the two men drew their pistols and started down the steep path that led to the shore. There were never any men about when the crab appeared, and once on the beach, it seemed to simply vanish. For the past two weeks, it had arrived every two to four days, based on quick glimpses and the tracks it left behind.
What do You think about Dragons & Dirigibles (2014)?
