When Hank wasn’t down in the fire room keeping the steam level up, he was clinging to the closest piece of furniture in the cabin. Steel stayed inside most of the time too; he only went out to check the jibs now and then.
“This is great.” Steel was grinning at him from the map table.
“What is?” Right now Hank was pretty sure nothing was great.
“The wind is bringing us there in record time. Look.” He motioned to the wall of barometers and other stuff of which Hank understood nothing. “See.” He went and pointed to a round thing, and Hank realised it was a compass.
“That’s...good?”
Steel laughed. “Of course it’s good. Give us more time to find the horse-thing.”
“Horse-thing?”
“Yeah, the Yule Father.” He waved his hands and spun around.
“You know there is no way we’re going to find any
