In a musty and long-unused control room atop the main boat shed on the marina, Amony and his co-conspirators try to reactivate the transmitters that once controlled all the ships that sailed in and out of Coronadus. But with no clue as to where the great clipper"s conduits are located, their attempts to connect with her are desperately in vain.
“Blasted!” Amony growls. “Years of inactivity have rendered these transmitters impotent.”
“As you are, you fools,” Bianca chastises the men vehemently. Bianca moves with a determined stride into the control room, surprising everyone except Amony, who seems to have expected she would find them. “You will never activate that magnificent ship with your outmoded electrical toys. The power you require is far stronger than anything found on Coronadus, a
