Gimodon@sonic.net on 2/9/2007 at 20:12

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I noticed you never see it after mission 12 so where did it go? Also how did it dock in the next mission if theres no water?

jtr7 on 2/9/2007 at 20:40

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I can't imagine anything cool about where it went. But it's probably sitting in Markham's Isle.

If you look at the map for the "KD Site" in "Kidnapped", you'll see that there's a place marked "Docks". When you start the mission, there's that big green bay door next to you, that opens to the docks. I'm thinking there's a cavernous lava tube from near the KD Site to the sea. The Mechanists no doubt carved it out in places to accommodate their needs. Other than the map and that big green bay door as canon, there's only imagination.

jtr7 on 3/9/2007 at 01:20

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DOCelijournal: "Yup. I see more in a day than I reckon most folks ever do. Like when I was guttin that mackerel. Bet nobody will believe what came out of its belly. Nobody believes old Eli. Guess they think the salt air shriveled my thinkin cap. Well, maybe it did. Reminds me of the time I was working my scrimshaw when that metal whale came floatin by. Made a sound I won’t never forget. There was even words on it. Cetus Amicus. You don’t forget a thing like that. Breathed fire too. So scared I nearly whittled my thumb off."

nicked on 3/9/2007 at 20:43

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probably the engine venting or something. A superstitious fisherman could easily see "fire-breathing" around big machinery like that.

Or perhaps it was on fire, and that was the last journey before the engine exploded. :D

jtr7 on 4/9/2007 at 21:35

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I keep imagining the oft-used scene in movies where a fisherman in his tiny, wooden boat--looking like an antique himself--is bobbing along on the waves. He's whistling or muttering to himself, happy as a clam in his element.

Then he hears a sound, feels it through the hull of the boat. A low throb and thrumming. Then he's startled as a harsh and abrupt sound causes him to jerk around. It's the sound of a great exhalation of air and mist as a metal whale clears its blowhole.

In numb disbelief, the fisherman grips the boat. As the strange leviathan finishes rising to the surface, the fisherman sees it is a construct, but--having never seen, nor heard of such a thing--still grapples with its meaning. Before he can think on it much more, the waves grow choppy.

When the waves settle a bit, the fisherman looks hard at the vessel, which is much closer now. He can make out words painted on it: "Cetus Amicus."

He hears another sound. He doesn't know what it is, but it's the sound of a lever being pulled and gears meshing. The sound of the thrumming goes up in pitch. Suddenly, there's a bright orange flash from the tall metal fin-like projection on top, followed closely by a plume of light-gray smoke which quickly dissipates.

"How rude," the fisherman says.