London Airdocks - Thames Estuary

[Admiral Lord Cochrane]

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-~- His Majesty's 'Retired' Air-Ship 'Aurora~Borealis' of 74-Guns -~-
-- "You Tag 'Em, We Bag 'Em" --

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Come One, Come All Highest Bidders!!

Have you ever found yourself bringing a knife to a gun fight?
Do you find yourself short of troops when confronting your worst enemy?
Want to blast your nemesis off the face of this blessed Earth?

Ever dream of exploring new continents? Want to submit your Newest Discovery to the Royal Society in London? Looking to launch a new expedition into the very heart of the Darkest depths of Africa, Australia, the Himalaya's, Antarctica? Want to discover the Northwest Passage with ease? Why not do all these things and more from the air?!

Well, now you can!
With the Power of Aero-Naval Might, all this can be accomplished and more!
The 'Aurora~Borealis' (74 Guns) of Glorious Fame (distinguished at the 'Battle of Fallen Angels') is now available for hire in any chartered campaign you could possibly imagine.
The price is great, but no price is to great for Glory & Victory!



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-~:Services Offered:~-

- Transport to Anywhere in the World!
- Courteous Officers & Crewmen at your Service.
- Staterooms Available for the Traveling Warlord
- All Campaigns are catered by the Company's Steward.
- Navigation Classes Offered ~ Taught by Admiral Lord Cochrane
- Warring Parties are Available by Request.
& much more!

Any questions or requests for service can be directed to the management within.

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Now Hiring for Ship's Company!

Positions Available:-

- Junior Officers
- Petty Officers
- Navigation Officer
- Quartermaster & Pilot's Mate
- Professional Helmsmen
- Steward & Steward's Mate
- Bo'sun & Bo'sun's Mate
& General Seamen/Airmen

All inquiry's report within.

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[Admiral Lord Cochrane]

"Careful there!! Mind the paint!! If that filigree gets dinged or damaged in anyway, I'll have your guts for garters!"

The longshoremen on the quay seemed to know what they were about, but the shouted, yet pleading orders of the Admiral knew no bounds. They rolled their eyes as he brought the ship down and had ran the lead line run through the cleats fore and aft of the 'Aurora~Borealis'. The massive ship settled into it's berth rather snugly, but free of damage.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Admiral Cochrane relieved the helmsman from his duties, which at this point was practically standing about while the Admiral went about his customary practice of landing the ship himself. The old girl was his pride and joy, and no bad events - upon threat of death - would befall her. Going to the rail, Cochrane peered over the side and called out to the longshoremen to secure the gangplank, for his shore-party would be replenishing supplies immediately.

"Mr. Wortley! Report to me, if you please."

The sprightly young man with pimples all over his face that had been standing out of the crews way as they had come into dock now emerged from the shadows and sprinted up the quarter-steps. Saluting his senior officer - which was an honorary custom: the Admiral's rank being only that of self entitlement - he stood at attention.

"Mr. Wortley, I'll have you run the pressgang, if you please. Offer them the Company's shilling first.. out of courtesy. Though, if you haven't the numbers we need by dawn, then I give you my permission to seek out the drunk, debauched and hungry poor that may be fit enough for service aboard the 'Aurora'. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir. A-Aye-Aye, Sir..." Studdered the young man. He stood there as the Admiral shifted through the companion box, looking for his sextant, spyglass and the right charts. Cochrane could feel the boys uncomfortably nervous glance. Looking up, he smiled at the boy. "You're dismissed, son.."

Chuckling as Wortley scuttled away to find his chosen men, Cochrane grabbed the necessary tools and then plunged down below decks to his quarters so that he could ready the ship's course for when she'd next be departing for foreign skies. But first.. he thought, the men are paying off today. They'll want their pay. Not to mention, Mr. Wortley won't have what it takes to grab all the crew we'll need. Guess I'll run a roster myself..