Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-One - Islanding

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-One - Islanding

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-One - Islanding

Oh, this is heavy, I complained as I pushed the tarp up and off of me. The Beavers balloon was made of a thick, coarse materialI was guessing some sort of canvas that was treated to be a little more airtight and weather-resistant.

With a grunt of effort, I climbed to my feet, arms pushing up and tenting the canvas around me so that I could see around the deck. The sunlight, filtered by the blue cloth, made everything very blue, but that didnt mean I was unable to find Amaryllis pushing and shoving against some of the canvas covering her.

This... this is annoying, she said.

Well, its not so bad. At least we landed safely?

Oh yes, how wonderful, she griped. Never going to get anywhere on time now. She seemed to be in something of a foul mood. I couldnt really blame her.

Come on, lets find the others; make sure everyone is okay. And then, I guess we can work on getting this tarp off the top of the ship?

Amaryllis and I were pushing and shoving our way towards the Beavers prow when we found the first of our crewmates.

Oh no, I said.

Orange was on the ground, lying on her side, sprawled out across the deck.

I gasped and fell onto my knees next to the spirit kitten--who was more of a cat now-- and reached out.

On touching her, the cat opened her eyes and glared, a sort of why are you waking me up glare. Youre not hurt? I asked.

Her tail curled up and back down, and she let her head fall back onto the deck.

Okay then, I said.

The tarp started to lighten, and then it was lifted up to float above us. Standing a bit straighter now that I didnt have a dozen kilos of canvas weighing me down, I looked around and saw all of my friends. Everyone seemed mostly fine. Awen poked her head out of a hatch on the other deck, while Clive grabbed the ship's wheel and pulled himself upright.

Around us hovered a dozen cry, all of them spaced out more or less evenly around the Beaver Cleaver while the tarp floated on seemingly nothing at all. Okay, I said. Everyone, lets gather here! We might need to get off the Beaver for a bit.

That would be wise, a cry chimed.

I turned, then looked up as a cry hovered closer. They were huge, a pillar of crystal as big around as a wagon. They had a slight deformation in their crystal on one side, a large purple-ish blotch that stood out quite a bit.

Hi, I said. My name is Broccoli Bunch, Im the captain of the Beaver Cleaver. Its a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for the help. Not just with the tarp, but with slowing us down. Im glad we didnt crash!

We greet you, soft one. We are Shard of the Exiled Pillar, First Split and One Whole. We are not the leader of this community, but often act as an intermediary between our kind and the local soft ones.

Youre the local diplomat, I said. Thats wonderful! Whats this town called?

This is the town of Mistrust.

I blinked. Thats not the most cheery name, but okay. Im sorry that we landed right in the middle of your town. We took a bit more damage than we would have liked, and this was the only flat spot around. Do you know if there are any mechanics or, um, airship engineers in Mistrust?

We are not aware of either, Shard of the Exiled Pillar, First Split and One Whole said. In most circumstances, we would be wary of assisting you, but you came escorting a lost shard in need of assistance, and that same shard delivered interesting devices to us. Are you the one that created those?

So thats a plan B, I said. Oh! The other airships!

What other airships? Joe asked. He was standing with the Scallywags, all three of them looking a bit rough-and-tumbled from our little adventure.

The ones that went down. I think two of them crashed. Their balloons might be intact.

That could work, Amaryllis said. If not the balloons themselves, then the sacs within them. And they likely had a few tanks of helium onboard.

We dont have any? I asked.

Two of them, but each can only refill one sac, Awen said. And weve used up a bit to make up for the losses last time.

I nodded. Okay, well do this in two parts. One group can go out and try to scavenge things. Another stays here to guard the Beaver and repair our balloon. I glanced around, at all the cry still holding things up above us. We cant ask the cry to help up all day long, that wouldnt be fair. Awen, I... may have promised that youd help the cry make more of those focuses.

I dont mind, Awen said. I might need more materials to make them, though, and maybe some tools that I dont have.

Then well talk with Shard of the Exiled Pillar, First Split and One Whole together. Im sure they can arrange for us to get you set up to make them as quick as possible.

How do you want to divide things? Bastion asked.

I rubbed at my chin. Gordon, can you come with us to salvage things? And... maybe Oda and Sally too? Steve, Clive and Joe can stay here to fix the tarps. Bastion, if you dont mind coming with us, that would be nice.

Certainly, Bastion said.

And myself? Amaryllis asked.

Come with me? We might need to negotiate things with the towns people. Youre better at prices and things than I am.

Very well, she said. We should get a move on. Were likely to lose half a day to all of this already; I dont want to turn that into two.

Youre right, I said. The passing of time was already weighing on me a little. It wouldnt do for our first introduction to our new sylph friends to be arriving late. Okay, does anyone have any ideas that we could use?

Oda raised a hand. We could get some help from the locals. They might have some mechanics, even if theyre not airship mechanics.

Thats not a bad idea, I said. We might meet some people, so Ill try to make some friends.

This is a penal colony, Bastion said. Or at least, a town built by prisoners and exiles. Keep sharp; they might not be as friendly as youd wish.

I nodded, though it was a bit of a reluctant nod. Okay. Anything else? No one seemed to have anything to say, so I clapped my hands together. Alright! Then lets get started! We have a whole bunch of work to get done, but Im sure well manage.

Aye, aye, Clive said. He stepped back, then started directing the others to get to work right away.

I wasnt going to belittle his hard work by not giving it my all too. Okay, lets get down. We need to find out where the ships crashed, and if there are any cry around the landing zones. I guess that the local cry might want to help with that.

Do they even take prisoners? Amaryllis asked.

I... guess? I dont know. Maybe theyll just kick them out and let them fly back home under their own power. I guess its a little bit out of our hands. Id interfere to stop anything too bad from happening, but the cry had kinda-sorta attacked the town, so I figured whatever passed for police around here would be interested in capturing them at least.

Dont worry, Amaryllis said. Well be back in the air in no time.