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The preparations for departure were soon effected, and the Odyssey set sail into the dark blue green of the Adriatic. The boat gathered speed as the boilers pumped, coal dust mixing with steam in the engines’ exhaust. Alexi stood amidship, waiting for the coast to recede from view. When the unaided eye could no longer espy the shore, he ordered the power diverted to pressurizing the cannon. <br><br> | The preparations for departure were soon effected, and the Odyssey set sail into the dark blue green of the Adriatic. The boat gathered speed as the boilers pumped, coal dust mixing with steam in the engines’ exhaust. Alexi stood amidship, waiting for the coast to recede from view. When the unaided eye could no longer espy the shore, he ordered the power diverted to pressurizing the cannon. <br><br> | ||
− | + | “Оружие огня,” he bellowed, and the guns volleyed starboard. A surprisingly quiet gust of steam was expelled from four barrels, sending round iron balls flying through the air. With a wry smile, the aristocrat turned to Josephine. “It seems our test was successful, Madame.” With a florid gesture, he summoned one of the serving girls to bring cold champagne.<br><br> | |
“While we drink to the success of my construction, and future success of your mission to spy on me, let us talk of your England, rather then my Russia, no?”<br><br> | “While we drink to the success of my construction, and future success of your mission to spy on me, let us talk of your England, rather then my Russia, no?”<br><br> |