Bioshock Rapture Chapter 4 The First Age of Rapture Part A

Bioshock Rapture Chapter 4 The First Age of Rapture Part A

The  Andrew Ryan  was pitching at sea-anchor that gray morning, and Bill was queasy. The cigarette helped a little. He tried to ignore the steward throwing up over the starboard rail. Gazing into the sea, he watched the frothing bathysphere bob to the surface … “These are no ordinary bathyspheres,” Ryan said proudly, joining him at the taffrail, his hair so slicked down the considerable wind didn’t budge it. “Some of the men call them slinkers because they get around with such agility.” “Never seen the like. Almost elegant, it is.” Ryan looked at him closely. “Feeling seasick? I have a pill…” “No,” said Bill, stepping back from a burst of spray. The spray put his cigarette out, and he flicked the butt overboard. “I’ll take this rust bucket over your bucketing palace in the sky any day, guv’nor.” He grabbed the rail as the deck pitched under him. “Now then, Bill—” Ryan took a good grip on the rail himself and looked at Bill closely. “Are you ready to go down? I’m informed that the wind’s dropp…