The captain of the three ships stroked his beard as he stared at this jungle laden coast, not much in the way of rock, but it would be a good area to set up a port city were the miners, once they got around to it, would trade what they made with the metal. The two gatling guns on the front of the steam-boat rotated as technicians below deck checked them to make sure they were still working, the dwarves rushed around deck as the daily grind went on, jobs were done, fish were caught, the likes. Cracking his knuckles, the captain called the ships to a halt and had the heads of the other two ships come over to his boat to tell them the plan.
"All right men, you see that small lagoon over there, thats where we'll be setting up shop. The area has plenty of trees to start us off, and there are hills not to far away we can start mining to make better buildings, wooden walls will have to do. First thing we do after getting the walls up the spare gatling guns need to be set up, who knows what primitives there may be lurking in those trees" as the last words left his mouth the other captains nodded and set back out for their ships, setting there boats on a course straight into the bay.
The ships landed and soon began unpacking everything, Dwarves wearing heavy plate armor and wielding heavy battle axes stood at the edge of camp while dwarves started cutting down trees and setting up a wall, lights from campfires danced in the camp as dwarves roasted food, chopped wood, and other jobs, including a few hauling in fish.
