Engine of Chaos"Define problem," I said, watching my guest over steepled fingers.More Like This
The man - he had introduced himself as Edward Carter - twisted a machine-pressed felt hat between calloused hands.
"Well, I run a warehouse in the West India docks for a Mister Hibberd," he began, and grimaced, his pale brow furrowing beneath lank, age-bleached hair. "Top gent. But... There's somethin' tha's not right."
Oil-stained fingernails bit into his hat's brim, and he wet his lips.
"The foreman - he's walked out on me. An' I can't get lightermen in for love nor money. It's me engineer..." The felt hat audibly complained at his attentions. "He's gone a bit... I think he's blown a valve - if you'll excuse the expression."
He paused, and glanced anxiously about the room. Though I doubt he found much comfort there; my study was sparsely decorated at best. His eyes paused on my coat stand, before wandering idly over my desk, and finally, relucta
You Were Just A Kid...You were just a boyMore Like This
When he took you away
Just a child
Who came out to play
Just a pup
But you couldn't stay
You were just a kid
Now we're asking why
You wouldn't believe
The way we cried
And You wouldn't believe
How our earth twirled
'Cause you were just a baby
But you changed our world