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Post by Jack Craven on Jan 3, 2012 12:11:03 GMT -5
Jack found himself in a bit of a predicament. The journey back to Castle Town was supposed to be a brief one. Brief his sorry ass, he grumbled realizing that there was not a shop to be found that carried parts for his ship. Then again, his recently attained pride and joy, was a one of a kind treat. It still didn't help his cause as he rubbed his temples softly to ease away the lines of a troubled expression.
It was times like these when he realized he needed a mechanic to help him out. Someone who specialized in working with the fine pieces of such a grand airship. It wasn't like he had anything to worry about with his ship right now, it was fully functioning, and if he said so himself, at it's prime. With all of the fast-paced engineering going on, it wouldn't take long before the next big thing comes out. Jack feared the thought of being left behind in the race of advancement, and innovation.
So here he was sitting in a small cafe. With a cup of tea sitting prettily on its saucer. His head rested quietly against his palm while the other hand tapped softly against the surface of the smooth table. Taking small sips to enjoy the peace, and collect his thoughts in check but there lied a man in heavy contemplation.
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