Sky Pirates, Tales of Bonnie the Red in Bloomington, MN

As the fleet pierced through the morning haze, a sudden shudder ran through the Tempest. A deafening roar eclipsed the sound of the propellers-the first cannon shot from the Empire's armada tearing through the fog. Dark shapes loomed ahead, massive ironclad behemoths emerging like specters from the mist, their cannons bristling with lethal intent. "Brace for impact!" Bonnie roared, her voice the rallying cry amidst chaos. The crew scrambled, their movements a frenzied dance as they manned their battle stations. A second volley thundered across the divide, splintering wood and metal in its hunger for destruction.