Too much on my mind… I can barely do the one thing that comes most natural to me. How did I not notice the slight hint of sulfur from that device on the boat before trying to render it inert? The instant I saw the reaction I knew my mistake…
I don’t think they know how close we were to dying.
The entire mission felt like a trap from the moment we set foot on that floating metal fortress. Maybe seeing the reporter being dangled off the side of the boat should have been a clue to us. But I had to see how the steam powered boat would work. Whoever figured out how to harness steam pressure in this fashion had to have been inspired by an alchemist. It’s too bad I had to blow some of it to pieces as we were rescued.
I kind of liked that boat.