Karl promptly fell backwards as the ship shook dramatically, sending him rolling backwards into the cabin, swearing violently as he crashed into a table. Disentangling himself from the wreckage, he rolled back his left sleeve to reveal an arm that looked like a combination of plate armor and clockwork. He drew his knife from his belt and attached it to his wrist, using it to climb up the steeply tilted deck to the hallway. Once outside his room, he was able to brace himself against the wall. The ship was now tilting the other way, causing the destroyed table to smash into the wall behind him, trailing wood across the hall.
That isn’t good, he thought. I’d better get upstairs to see what’s going on.
He began heading up the stairs to the main deck, using the wall for balance.
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