Continued from... Flight of the Thaumjammer - Part, the first
Before long we were not even half way to orbit. Actually, that's a bit generous. We weren't even a quarter of the way there. I'll skip forward a bit (a lot) - I'm sure you'll get bored silly hearing how the three of us sat in stony silence during the long and tedious ascent. The only points of note were the occasional breaks for a stretch and yawn. Oh, and to work out which Tupperware box the macaroons were in.
Nearly two hours later...
"Are we nearly there yet?" whined Blacksmith.
"Who knew Orbit was so far away?"
"Quiet, you two" snapped Knight.
I turned and raised my eyebrows at Blacksmith.
"I saw that! Do you want your broom back or not?"
I rolled my eyes, disguising it by lowering my eyebrows at the same time, finishing off with a triple salco-ed Inward Pout™ *.
Knight looked out of the 'window'. "Are we losing speed?" he asked as a whooper swan overtook us from below. "And altitude?"
"Can you find out?"
"Hold on..." Gripping the shaft in a certain way, I became One With The Broom. Something I hated doing because it always made me feel gnarled and ancient, with a craving for fertile soil and sunlight afterwards. After a few seconds, I replied "Yes. We're too heavy."
"Bugger. We'll have to jettison some non-essential stuff..."
To be continued in... Flight of the Thaumjammer - Part, the third
* The Inward Pout™ is difficult to describe. Imagine pouting then looking out of your own mouth. That's as close as I can get. It came about during an evening of drinking, talking about Man-On-A-Bike-Man™, Hedge-clipping Boy™ and Cuntface (not ™ as there're loads of people with one of these) with two of my old crones a few years ago. We laughed a lot. Possibly because of the copious amounts of alcohol consumed. Or, possibly because we were all bloody hilarious!