The Airship Eleanor's Log

The events ran thus: upon arrival in Mexico, after a long time aboard ship, most of the crew felt it was within their rights to go and investigate the local night life. It turned out that the night life was very lively indeed, and we lost track of the captain. Much was a blur after that, apparently (I had absented myself shortly beforehand), but when the crew returned to the Eleanor, the navigator found a ransom note in her coat pocket, demanding eight hundred pieces of gold or the equivalent thereof in other valuables for the safe return of Captain Hartlieb. Who Captain Hartlieb is we had no idea, but apparently our captain had been mistaken for another, of a much richer crew, and was being held hostage.

I cannot describe the gloom cast upon the crew at this discovery, nor shall I bore you with our complicated plot of espionage that resulted in us learning the location of our beloved Captain - these shall be documented in my memoirs, however, if anyone is interested.

At any rate, the kidnappers had set themselves up in a mountain fortress, that was rather inconveniently situated (for us, at least) - they could see any approaching airship for miles. Because of this, we were forced to make an excessively long trek up the mountain. After all, living on an airship does mean you become unused to walking long distances. We arrived eventually, however, and long and frankly very odd battle ensued - the details of which can again be found in my memoirs. I can inform you it involved lighting guns and a new type of dart-equipped bracelet that I apparently haven't worked all the kinks out of yet... sorry again, Nav. Ahem.

Anyway... we got the captain back, none the worse for wear - they had kept her happily stocked up on tequila, and she hadn't had the faintest clue as to what had happened since the night of her capture.

So all's well that ends well, etcetera... although... hm. Cancel the first part of this entry; that wasn't a very simple explanation at all...