#golden whislte au

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Return to the soil pallet but with ttte whiff?

Return to the soil you Nonbiodegradable Waste!

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[ The Lady and the Liner ]

Boat Interest + “Hey what’s going on with the larger boats on Sodor?” = This Fic

Also cause i thought it’d be fun lol.

In terms of my personal timeline this takes place before Edward’s arrival.

canon to the Golden Whistle AU but no humanization involved.

Liberties were taken for the purposes of this story.

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16 April, 1910

Though the small tank engine had often worked in the inland yards, today she was sent to Knapford Harbour for extra help shunting the cargo for a passenger liner that had arrived. Mostly mail but still important!

Lady muses to herself that she hasn't really Seen many big boats herself. Most of what she knows comes from Theodore, who states that they do the work of express and freight combined (a mixed Traffic engine but less fussy about what they get, got it).

There was a large ship docked, one predominantly painted in black with four masts and a single funnel painted in red with a black cap.

Though what stood out to her was the lack of face, nothing to denote any form of expression or mood.

"That's her?" Lady asks.

A blue J68, Theodore passes by with some of the trucks on buffer, "Mhm and she's quite small compared to others that arrived but she's a big one nonetheless."

She simply hums in agreement as she gets to getting the mail, though there was a feeling that eyes were on her.

And that feeling remained for the majority of the day. Despite the liner not having any visible form of seeing she could still felt that lingering mood of being watched.

So Lady decides to give a quaint little whistle to the ship.

Peep Peep!

To her surprise the ship responds with a long deep Hoot.

"Good Afternoon to you Madame!" Lady greets, the ship whistles once more but it was shorter than the one before.

Huh?

"Er-i'm sorry?" Lady squeaks.

"Lady I'm not sure if she can really hear you speaking at this distance." David, her driver lightly chides.

"Do I need to shout then?" Lady asks.

"Heavens No!" objects her fireman Brent.

"Well then how am I s'posed to hold a conversation with her?" questions Lady.

"For all I care she's probably not interested." groaned Brent.

And the work went on as usual.

Lady still peeped her whistle as per usual to get the liner's attention and the ship still responded with Just whistles and no words.

The liner remained at dock but now people were boarding her, both passengers and crew while the cargo was being carefully loaded.

Both her and Theodore were there to see the ship go off, her masts standing tall and the funnel letting off steam but Lady still didn’t get a word out of her. Her cheeks puffed up in annoyance at this, there was the idea of blowing her whistle at her again seeing as she ‘responded’ the last time.

But third time’s the charm right?

With one big breath in she blew her shriek like whistle which subsequently caused small gold sparkles to fly out it and it certainly got the attention of the other people including the passengers going into the vessel and a couple workmen. The liner once more let out a low and long horn but then came something else-

“Quite the pipey one aren’t you?” It came from nowhere, deep as the whistle that blew before that yet so clear like the one speaking was directly beside or ahead her.

Lady’s eyes darted around for the source but as her mind scrounged for guesses on who had spoken, Brent wasn’t as bellowy, Sir Hatt doesn’t sound so hollow and David just doesn’t sound like and it wasn’t until the humourless laughter of-of-

She realises.

The Boat.

“Oi you have any explanation for not speaking up?!” Lady shouts (which catches Theodore off guard).

The response given sounded like an annoyed huff, “I was, you either didn’t hear or weren’t trying hard enough.”

Weren’t trying hard enough? the absolute Gall of this ocean liner!

“I was whistling to you and you rarely spoke up!” she growls.

“That’s not what i was referring to tank engine.”

“What do you mean by that then?”

“The Du-“

The voice abruptly cuts off into a long horn, the ropes that kept her at the harbour were brought back to the vessel. There was then silence from the liner since as she sailed away into the vast and open ocean.

To say that Lady understood any of that was an overstatement.

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20 April 1910, Boston

“How was Sodor little liner?” asked Saxonia.

“Little my stern but it went well.” the other Liner reports. “Could’ve been better.”

Saxonia hums, “Any particular happenings?”

“Talking.”

“How well did that go?” Saxonia asks eagerly.

“It would have been good but i’m afraid Sodor’s invisible walls don’t allow that easily.” the other huffs in annoyance.

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local diesel gets bullied by twins

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River and Nick years later.

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“how many ttte ocs that only appear once will you make!?”

“yes.”