Maria Smith/USS Pensacola, ACR-14
Time: 1:10 PM, November 1st, 1914
Location: At Sea, Northeastern Pacific Ocean
Maria pauses for a bit, thinking, before smiling. "I think the planned menu for lunch is beef stew and biscuits, with a side of tangerine slices." She actually seems to pick up speed at that.
With her pulling you along, you arrive fairly quickly at the mess hall. One thing you notice is that most of the crew of the ship only need a brief glance at Maria to dismiss the two of you as not important - almost as if they can tell that she's the ship's spirit at a glance.
She pulls you into the lunch line, where you get a tray, a bowl full of
beef stew, a pair of biscuits, a small amount of what looks like butter, and a smaller dish with a bunch of
tangerine slices on it, as well as a spoon and knife, and a glass of water. Maria then moves to a table that isn't full, clearly expecting you to follow her.
Meanwhile, on the bridge...
"Captain, I think I've spotted the source of the noise - a group of what look to be, well... airplanes, sir."
Captain Smith blinks. "Aren't we about a thousand miles out from the nearest piece of land?"
The navigator looks up. "Aye sir, at least, we were last time I had a solid fix on our location."
Jeremiah hums thoughtfully. "... Daniels, Goodwin, keep an eye on those airplanes. Navigation, try and get a solid fix on our location. Johnson, send a message to the
Reid, tell them to keep their eyes open and suggest they also try and get a fix on their location."
