Inktober 2026 17
Inktober 2026 17, Contraption
Captain’s log, Day 17
The engineer hasn’t slept. Neither have I.
We have to get rid of the thing. A sealed bulkhead won’t hold it for long.
So the engineer built something: welding mask, oxy-acetylene tanks and torch, deck plating riveted into armour, and a cargo claw for an arm. A contraption. Protection. Hopefully safe.
Somebody has to wear it.
We’re drawing straws…
