Frederick Steele was still fuming about the four planes coming in from nowhere "Damn yankees what the 'ell do they think their doin out 'ere? Did they get lost or summit?" His swearing could be heard throughout the controll gondula "Hard ta starboard Ye fools or we'll ram nose first inta 'em!" It wasn't long after this move was made that the planes contacted the zepplin fallowed shortly after by the good captains orders.<br/><br/>He took the phone and spoke "Mrs. Lemarr this is Mr. Steele reporting i'll have the lads ascend by 15 degrees and keep us on a starboard rotation until the planes launch after that we'll shift to the port side........iffen ye don' mind tha is"