Thunder Child

The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine. another came, and another, striding over hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. between them lay the silent, gray, ironclad thunderchild. slowly it moved towards shore, then with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray it swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting martians.

Thunderchild

Journalist

There were ships of shapes and sizes,

Scattered out along the bay