"Alright, I'm here." The Doctor pushed open the car door and walked toward his residence, where Linda stood at the entrance, holding a smoking beaker, visibly anxious as she waited for him.
BANG! The car door slammed shut again. "To the docks."
The car quickly arrived at the port. At this hour, every shipyard had halted normal operations. All manpower was now unified to assist with the Governor's submarine project.
Now, the Governor's submarine plan took precedence over everything else.
Within the largest dry dock, James saw the Narwhal suspended entirely by thick chains. Workers were busy affixing steel plates and machinery to her hull, while other shipwrights stood beneath the vessel, drilling holes as if to install something inside. It was as though, upon seeing James arrive, several of the ship's mooring lines began to writhe toward him.
