(ADVENTURE #1 Daydreams I had recently, in class. Please note that the two characters speak Jamaican Patois. BUT! ...because I don't know the dialect exactly just bare with me as I "sound out" their accent. XD)
The hot island sun smiled down upon two of its natives on a small, palm tree infested cliff overlooking the shore. Darkening the already black skin of a small yet stout woman dressed in short bloomers and a loose, simple cotton shirt. At this day and age, as a black, she could not afford anything more than what she wore, but that was without care. What she did care for, however, was up.
"Whaddya t'ink it takes ta get in dat ship up dere, eh? Ah'd give anat'ing jus' ta... be up dere..." said Noah, squinting at the rays of the sun to get a good look at the various airships sprawled out in the colorful afternoon sky. His voice longing; a hint of desire in his otherwise raspy mumbles. He lies resting in the grass, propped up by his elbows in a simple pair of loose cotton leggings. Tall and lanky while, unlike his companion, his skin retained a much lighter shade of brown. He looked at Sazby who was standing and looking up, and ran his long fingers through his shoulder length dreadlocks in which varied in thickness.
Keeping her eyes on the sky, Sazby answered absently, "Ah donno, mon, but ah'm gonna find out som'day weh'da you're wit'd me 'r not..." Her words were true. Despite her undeniable love for Noah she was not going to lie to herself. Her love for the ships in the mysterious skies were so much more.
They liked to watch airships pollute the skies with bouts of steam every now and again. Their intricate designs and different sizes infested with the rich, the imperial militia, or just the occasional steam workers. They were magic up against the vast multitude of colors in the sky; the distant nebulae and multicolored yet hazy bands of light whisking around and about the skies day and night.
(More to come. :>)