Sample from Trampling in the Land of Woe written by William Galaini

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The opening scene to William Galaini's steam punk Hellbound series...

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Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General)

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waves of floundering bodies, naked and desperate, clawed at the ship's unyielding sides as it crushed through their groaning and gurgling masses. Despite having a tool, Iron riveted hull, the Bonnie Sweetheart teetered, sickening Lee from side to side. An imposing ship. She stood 30 ft high from Wave Crest two main deck with two paddle wheels grinding away at her sides. The bow lurched upward and forward in the black sea of the damned as her smokestack spewed into the starless sky above a ship of the ages, this magnificent ship of the line boasted, appointed bow and elegant, bulging sides. But as technology trickled down from the living world into the afterlife, she devolved and mutated into a steam powered hulk with an armoured hide, deck, guns and a red iron ram at the front. Each of the Bonnie Sweethearts owners had made their own modifications, and her spacious cargo holds now brimmed with ****'s fire. Her burning belly would power her steam engines for eternity. Some of those floundering bodies around them clung to the wiring of the protective cage that housed the massive paddle wheels. But if any of the destitute wretches climbed too high from the water. The vigilant crew promptly gunned them down. If s chin gripped the railing, white knuckled as he scanned the mewling sea of bodies for just the right one. He needed a specific body type for his plan to work tall and massive in girth, approximately 20 stone in weight and perhaps 17 hands in height, man or woman would do and other factors such as skin tone and hair meant nothing. They have been searching for three months and had yet to yield anything but impatience and distaste among the Bani Sweethearts crew. Whenever if S Chin stood or walked near one of the sailors, he took care to stand straight and make eye contact, punctuating his passing presence with a firm nod. The deck consistently bustled with sailors, each in their sleeveless leather tunics clumped in teams and dangling long metal poles over the size of the ship. Poking at the surges of whaling and waterlogged humans, the ship's occupants remained focused and dedicated. But if s Chin could tell from their sidelong glances that they'd rather be enjoying their after lives than searching in the waters that lapped ****'s shore, the decks planking creaked behind him I know, I know. If question side over his shoulder, we're here longer than I promised. You don't have to placate me. Or Frick chimed even on a ship in a turbulent sea of whaling. Damned sulphuric still managed to be cheery. The man's disposition glowed as brightly as his blond hair and braided blond beard leaning against the railing next to a question. The Vikings presence provided comfort. I don't thank you nearly enough if S Chin confessed. Not nearly. How is the crew holding up? A few of them have been lost in this very ocean, and they remember vividly their long swim to shore with only held to look forward to. I asked a lot of those men and women specifically to return here to help. Their knowledge has been helpful, and they've muscled through the memory of being here just to help. I didn't know that I'd never expect someone to come back here, but like I said, they insisted they knew the waters and they knew what to expect. Sulphuric made a sweeping gesture with his open hand in the distance. If s Chin could see endless cresting mounds of miserable, tangled bodies, silent lightning strikes in the distance lit up the horizon, casting a spotlight on tormented humanity. As far as the eye could see, Some stay out here, you know all, Frick said. Some try and avoid the current pulling them in because they suspect greater punishment awaits them. If oestrogen silently searched for a retort, but Alex's face came to his mind instead. I won't find peace until I find him, he said Stonily to his large friend.