The Brutal Winter
Lamotte-Picquet: Hurry up! We don't have time for fooling around!
Everyone was hurried at reinforcing an emergency tent as the snowstorm was getting worse and worse. Within days they couldn't see anything ahead except for the howling wind and flying snow.
The Great Storm is running closer at them every day. They will be at its epicenter soon.
L'Indomptable: Brrrr…
L'Indomptable was in a bad health condition as the cold was getting even worse than before. Maestrale on the other hand had to stay on the bed as her health condition was as worse as her.
The temperature had been dropping down to -80°C and its getting lower each day.
Lamotte-Picquet: Can't believe we are going to die here…
Lamotte-Picquet hugged herself as the chilling winter is killing everyone even if they had been reinforcing the tent with everything they got. Even their thick layer of clothes didn't work.
She regretted for making a wrong choice earlier. They should have gone to the abandoned settlement instead. At least they could find a shelter or something. Being stuck in a middle of nowhere while the Great Storm was coming at them is a very disastrous thing to do.
Tartu: I-I…very…sorry…
Libeccio: Me too, we were too confident about our mistake…
Lamotte-Picquet couldn't talk anymore as her teeth were clattering hopelessly. She could only lie down waiting for the inevitable end.
Emergency Rescue
Lamotte-Picquet: Is this Heaven?
She opened her eyes and found out a bright light in front of her. Yet she realized she was inside a room, no, it was an airship!
Eskimo: If it was Heaven then it should have penguin too!
Lamotte-Picquet: Oh…
She looked at her friend who had been receiving medical treatment while she was lying on the sick bed. She looked around and ask in confusion.
Lamotte-Picquet: Where am I?
Eskimo: We are the expert rescue team who had been searching for the lost shipgirl for a long time. You are currently inside an airship, fear not! We are safe here!
She looked to the window outside and found out the snowstorm already ended
Eskimo: In case you are asking all of you had been passing out in the cold for at least a week now
Lamotte-Picquet: A WEEK!?
Eskimo: All of you were in a serve condition, had we found you too late you would be all encased in ice now. Let's say luck is on your side and none of you were dead by that Great Storm.
Lamotte-Picquet: Phew…still…where are we heading too?
Eskimo: Your safe haven of course, you won't have to worry about struggling against Mother Nature anymore. As long as you stick with us you will be safe forever!
At the edge of the horizon, there is a settlement with a Generator running at full speed.
It was the Fourth Safe Harbor, their desired destination.