“Scott"s the name” said my cheery rescuer offering his hand. I took it and returned his vigorous shake. “I"m the captain of this ship.”
“Please, go steady with that,” I asked two of Scott"s men who were manhandling the coffin to the back of a cavernous interior.
“You won"t be needing that in here. This balloon thing is completely UV proofed. There isn"t so much as a screw hole for the sun to peep through. This flying beast doesn"t even have windows as such.”
“The coffin is of sentimental value,” I replied, giving Scott one of my special glares.
“Do as the man says, boys,” Scott ordered. The two crewman nodded and continued as they were.
“Darned if I ever saw an Eternal towing his own home around. I thought you were a mutant snail, at first,” Scott scoffed, his bushy, brown, walrus mou
