That didn't stop him from trying to pretend he wasntr afraid as he boarded the metal coffin woth wings and took a seat. His arms wrapping around anything that was sturdy enough to keep him in place as he tried to think happy thoughts.
Soon the happy thoughts were drowned out as the everyone took their seats and everything was drowned out by the sound of the aeroshop's engines roaring so loud that the Mugrobi turned an interesting shade of white hidden only by tye darkness inside the craft.
As the ship lurched it certainly wasn't him that let out the feminine sounding yelp and no one else would get him to admit it, why with the engines so loud and the number of female passengers it could have easily been one of them! Yessiree..and it certainly wasnt him that was letting out a low and long whine as the vessel ascended to the air, frequently interrupted by the bumpy shaking if the vessel.
When everything was more or less settled, francis kept his tight hold as he dared not kove in some belief that so lon as he didn't move the ship wouldn't toss him out.
Silently he lamented to his ma an' da as to why he didn't join some other resistance endeavore like a suicide assualt to the Gaol's front door, he could jave done that!
But it was too late now, he was on this death trap till the end.
Clockin' hells.