John McCullen was an ordinary man. He loved the sea that is all. His room had always been filled with models of ships. A Steam Chugger, a Hynorde Z-99, a Blooder, and many more. Let me show you what his window saw. Smoke rose from the many chimneys and fog curtained the skyline. Rain fell frequently, so the road was constantly shimmering from half dried rain, the steam locomotives grumbled onwards in no direction at all. The chemist's shop was always busy. It sold love potions to perfumes to medicines to machine lubricants. Makeshift shops infested the pavements and the occasional Steeky flew low above various huts and houses. What the Steekys saw, was an entirely different view. The houses below were of no significance, it always looked upwards into the foggy mid-day sky. Buildings and factories rose from below the ground intertwined intricately with gas pipes, vents, and air outlets. The Steekys grunted jerking the passengers inside. And one such disturbed passenger was John.
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AdventureSet in a steampunk universe, it follows the journey of a man who finds peace in one the most perilous oceans that the world has ever seen. PS-Cover subject to change.
