Valentine Descriptive Writing

Valentine held tried to hold the wheel steadily, despite his shaking hands. They dripped with sweat beneath his sticky leather gloves. He used to never mind the warmth and humidity of the steam as it wafted past his nose, but today it choked him, as if he was trying to breath fresh air but only the dreaded heat of many engines filled his lungs. The sky seemed filled with such a wet haze, perhaps created by the many airships that filled the sky. Valentine has never seen so many ships in one place, except perhaps in old photographs, and he thought so many will never be gathered together again. This was the end, the end of airships, the end of lifting gas, and he was certain he was going to die.

Valentine glanced over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the captain with two lit cigarettes in her mouth. Perhaps their smoke was mixing with the steam in the air, giving him the feeling of being choked with every breath he took.

The two fleets of airships faced each other in the skies like two swarms of angry hornets. The Federal fleet shiny and new, with large American flags wafting from their sterns. The rogue fleet fearsome in its hodgepodge appearance, and array of various flags, some known, some Valentine has never seen before.
Slowly a kite carrying a flag raised from the top of that lone ship. On the flat was painted a crude depiction of an eagle. It raised higher and higher as Valentine released more and more string. It was the same caricature of an eagle that his father drew in at the end of every letter. It was the same eagle on the Barnet family crest. If his father was commanding the Rogue fleet, perhaps his father would hold his fire, perhaps the Rogue fleet would not fire on the Feds, just perhaps there might be a