the problem with
Pirates
Sunday , June the Thirteenth
Brunhilde and I have become fast friends , and she has even lent me her favorite book , " Moonlight ." I have tried to read it , again and again , but I simply cannot get into its narrative . It is some nonsense about a swooning woman who falls in love with a glimmering vampire who was bitten by a werewolf , and then died and came back as a ghost . Still , however , perhaps the swooning was a ploy to lure the vampire in , and the glimmer a mere authorial metaphor , for ... for something more intelligent ? In order to avoid looking through its melodramatic pages for too long , I decided to wander around the ship to talk to Cyprien Lehman — who was instrumental in the repairs , I imagine !
I must admit , after spending some time with him , he is much more attractive than I initially suspected . I sat for a while watching him wrestle some monkey wrench around some bolts .
Our ship was sailing gaily through the skies when the pirates attacked .
When I heard a lot of shouting and stamping of feet , I naturally assumed the worst where the mechanical crew were concerned . Were we all to be subjected to relaxing saunas and comforting beverages once again ? But it was pirates .
Perhaps hearing of our crash in the mountains and coming one day too late , the sky pirates descended upon our airship . They launched ladders and rigging , harpoons and hooks into our decks . The raid was quite sudden .
Cyprien and I quickly sank into the depths of the cargo hold to avoid the attack , but as we huddled