Leviathan (リヴァイアサン)

SIBERIA, RUSSIAN EMPIRE

- Sharp, are you ready to go? - Aye!

Oh! There it is!

Och, that's one big barkin' Beastie, that is!

-Well, I hope he knows what he's doing. -Hmm.

All right, just like this!

- Sharp! - No!

Find it! C'mon!

- All right! - Yeah!

-All right! - He did it!

- - Whoo-hoo!

-Yay! Well done! - Whoo!

Well, if it isn't the famous airman Dylan Sharp.

-Stand back, the hero has returned! -

Shut yer gob. You couldn't have done it.

- Sharp! -Huh?

You did well.

If Newkirk was still here, he'd be more than proud of you.

I'd like to think so.

But knowing him, he'd probably still say I was barkin' slow.

- - Hm?

Dried meat?

And enough here to feed a giant.

What, are we gonna have a cookout or somethin'?

Ah.

-That's another one. -

And its accuracy is improving as well.

-How so? -

Scuse me, Doc. What in blisters is all that meat for?

Oh, hey, Alek.

How's the trainin' goin' with little Bovril there?

I, uh... I should see how Hirst is doing.

Huh?

- -Is something wrong?

Not sure. He just seems so down lately.

I suppose it's because of Klopp, you know?

Hmm.

- Your Highness. -Huh?

- Headed to the engine room again? -Yes, I...

So diligent of you.

Careful not to overexert yourself.

Huh?!

-Huh? - What happened?

- Look at all these trees! - What is this?

- Oh my... - Hmm.

-What the hell? - Wha...

What could a knocked all of that down?

TUNGUSKA, RUSSIAN EMPIRE

They say this was caused by a meteor.

- A meteor could do this? - Crikey, look over there!

- That was an Airbeast! - Oh, wow!

-Hey! Down here! -Please!

Oh no!

They rode those bears to the camp, but now...

The bears are hungry, and they're about to eat the men!

Helm, hard to starboard.

Set course back to the camp.

Ah, Dr. Barlow!

So glad you're here in time.

I will take you to him straightaway. Are you well?

Yes.

He's still alive.

But I'm afraid his condition is worsening.

Follow me.

After you.

Oh!

-Nora, I'm so happy to see you. -I'll tend to your wounds.

Uh... No, no. It's no use.

I haven't very long to live now.

And is that...

Yes.

Well, we should begin.

Uh...

What's it doing?

Oh, forgive me. I haven't introduced these two.

Leviathan Midshipman Dylan Sharp. And his friend Alek.

Boys, this is my uncle, renowned astronomer George Darwin.

Are... are you saying that you're... that you're a Darwin?!

- Yes. - Well, I'll be...

-The pioneer of genetic engineering... -Was my grandfather, yes.

Charles Darwin.

So, what is Bovril doing right now?

Making calculations.

The loris is a living calculator.

Calculator?

Yes. It works equations hundreds of times faster than we can.

- Whoa! - Hm.

Dr. Darwin started noticing these strange phenomena a few years ago.

Like sudden storms. And auroras in unlikely places.

Around the world, an increase in abnormal weather patterns.

And then, George realized

there were some shared characteristics between these phenomena.

First, everywhere they happened, magnetic field disturbances were detected.

Second, every disturbance

occurred between precisely 9 and 10 a.m. Greenwich Mean Time.

- - Hm.

And now, a massive explosion matching these phenomena has occurred.

Right here in Tunguska.

Doctor, isn't it possible these were just natural events?

No. These things were caused by human hands.

Oy, that's jumpin' to barkin' big conclusions, innit?

A device capable of triggering abnormal weather events already exists.

- What?! - Huh?

In fact, we know that these events were created by tests of that device.

But why?

And by who?

I wish I knew.

So far, all I know for sure

is that if it's used for evil, our world is in danger.

And if not... in the right hands, it's powerful enough

to put an end to this foolish war.

We have to know which one!

That's what all these equations are for.

We have to solve them to find the device.

Except it would take a human months to make all these calculations.

Now it makes sense. That's what the loris is for.

- Yes. - Hm.

- - Hm?

Uncle!

I'll get you a sedative!

Can you imagine if they did this in London or some other city?

Barkin' awful.

That's why they did it in a forest.

Oy, listen.

Have you got something to say to me or what?

Why don't you try talking it out?

I think you'll feel much better if you get it off your chest.

Same to you. Wouldn't you feel better coming clean?

Huh? What are you on about now?

-Oh, just forget about it! -Huh?

Uh...

Huh?

Did he solve it?

We have our answer.

Those are map coordinates!

- -Oh!

Huh?

New York!

Now I see.

Nikola Tesla!

Oy, that's that inventor boffin, innit?

Uncle! We've finally solved the puzzle!