"...maiden flight?" Sensing that the cat is done with cuddles for the moment, Balthazar stands and goes to join Fortescue at the railing. "As far as I'm aware, she was always a seagoing vessel. Are you certain you're not thinking of the Hindenburg?"

An equally doomed transport, but at least the end came more quickly for it. "Mind you, we are about to run into disaster here. I give it another twenty minutes, give or take."