The Cap'n
The Navigator
The Prof.
Jade the Wench
Will the Fifth
Thursday, 12 June 2008
PAH.
Lost my maps? PAH Cap'n, that what I say.
I get the hardest job on this airship. You just sit about in the cockpit getting drunk, and start shouting at the rigging. When I give you a heading you don't normally follow it.
Well, I suppose I better tell you how a military gal like me ended up with a vagabond crew like this. I was wandering the streets one day, when I came across the Eleanor and her tiny crew. What can I say, I was practically press ganged. It sounded like a more free life than what I had at the time, working in Her Majesties Airship Force (The good ol' RAF). Once again, PAH. Now I have to do all the odd-jobs on the dirigible, because Cap'n sure as hell won't.
So how does a maid know how to navigate? Simple, the lord of the manor I worked at was a cartographer. I picked up a lot.
NOW WHERE IS THAT DAMN MEDIC?
I'm going to look for that wench.
Yours, Nav.
I get the hardest job on this airship. You just sit about in the cockpit getting drunk, and start shouting at the rigging. When I give you a heading you don't normally follow it.
Well, I suppose I better tell you how a military gal like me ended up with a vagabond crew like this. I was wandering the streets one day, when I came across the Eleanor and her tiny crew. What can I say, I was practically press ganged. It sounded like a more free life than what I had at the time, working in Her Majesties Airship Force (The good ol' RAF). Once again, PAH. Now I have to do all the odd-jobs on the dirigible, because Cap'n sure as hell won't.
So how does a maid know how to navigate? Simple, the lord of the manor I worked at was a cartographer. I picked up a lot.
NOW WHERE IS THAT DAMN MEDIC?
I'm going to look for that wench.
Yours, Nav.
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