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