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Alternate post WW2 treasure hunting

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Character Portrait: Eugenia Averina
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The Patriot groaned and shuddered a long metallic yowl that worried Averina at every turn and gale (and there were quite a bit of those in Scotland, it seemed), and yet her chest still burst with an inordinate pride as she watched the highlands enter view from the command deck. shifting the direction ever so starboard and pumping the thrust to wrestle the Patriot into the pass and away from the wind’s influence. She was already making a mental note of the money that she would have to equip the ship if she just got this job done right.

As green-soaked mountains engulfed her view on each side, a remarkable tranquility overtook the vessel. The squalls that had been previously ravaging the the windows died down, leaving nothing but the high hum of the engine to fill her ears. Pleased with the hard-won peace, she set the engine to an idle, letting the vessel’s momentum and lift pull it through the pass at an ambling rate. They’d be approaching those coordinates very soon, and she knew she ought to let her foul-mouthed archaeologist employer know.

She stepped into the kitchen cabin, taking glasses and a bottle of gin with her as she went as conciliatory gestures in case she found the man in a foul mood. Patriot ration food and the turbulence they’d been having those couple days were not guaranteed to put anyone in high spirits, and she’d been doing her best to steer clear of him for that exact reason as she tended to her job of navigating and steering. Averina pressed down the passageway to the sleeping quarters, where she popped the door open and supplied him with a quick greeting, “Privyet. Ship is almost at coordinate. You survive, ah, morskaya bolezn’?” she gestured with the loose shaking of her bottle. Whatever the word for motion sickness was in his language. “You want drink?”