You might have heard some tittle-tattle concerning goings-on on Isla Aether, and so I write, first: to assure you that I am safe and well; and, to give you full report of our Adventures.
They are a rum lot, our officers, three quarters of them exiles from a Change Cage. The Captain Azzurro is an Automaton I can not say I trust, though he’s a big fellow and will keep order though fear if by no other means. Far more of our sort is the Boatswain, who is called Basil. Well, I say “of our sort”, but, he’s misbegotten, and its said has a breath so foul that even Young Billy Thunderhead would faint from a wiff of it. For our comfort he wears a mask that filters out the noxious fumes. Doctor Frank joined the crew shortly before we set sail, and I know him not enough to give you full report. He seems too much a gentleman for the scurvy crew he sails with.
They shall not read this letter, so it is safe for me to say, what the three of them know about sailing an airship, I could write upon a stamp. Were it not for the pilot we should like as not be sailing straight into the Methuselah Breeze by now. He’s a fine young fellow with one arm by the name of Abraham Strange. Skyfolk of course, he lost his arm when a still blew up, and seems to have learned his lesson. I’ll keep an eye on him though, to make sure he’s learned his lesson, and he don’t build a still on the Steptoe.
So Captain Azzurro and Basil come on board with a Map. Its the sort of map I have seen be the starving death of many a City-born gent that thinks piracy is a lark. But this were not such a fools errand, even though they had it from Governor Cumulo-Nimbus himself! For all that the map promised turned out to be true.
Indeed, it seems our Governor is a cannier man than he seems, or is well advised, for not only did he recognise a map of real worth among the all the scams, but neither did he trust us entirely. He commissioned a second crew to follow us and make sure we did not scarper with the booty.
Our Captain though did not know just why we were being followed, and feared that we were to be betrayed as soon as we uncovered the treasure. So he devised a conceit whereby he, Basil and Doctor Frank would jump-ship as we flew low over the ruins that the map led to. We, under the command of Abraham Strange were to sail on and lead our followers away from the prize. We remarked, on the deck, that the Neo-Vics had left all the Sky-born on the ship, maybe they did not trust us with the prize.
We beat away, long enough to see that the other ship was not following, but rather standing by to watch from a distance. Abraham concluded they already knew where the map led, and ordered us to turn about and follow a river back and through the town. It seems apart from the map, the officers had intelligence about something hidden aboard a boat somewhere along the river.
We found such a boat, and anchored above it to await the Captain. We saw as we waited giant Alligators as big as the ship, and scared them away with the Lightning Cannon.
Which was just as well, for the Cityfolk had had adventure enough already. Not long after they had jumped ship, they were beset by lions, and Basil barely escaped with his life. You should hear him tell the story of how he ran for the shelter of a ruined house, diving through a window with the lion snapping at his heels. He was lucky that the lion tried to jump through after him and got stuck halfway. According to Basil, he took his chance to set about the beast with a knife and killed it. But the doctor explained that he and the Captain did the deed, from behind, with guns.
By the time they joined us again, they had also discovered some valuable salvage – iron, and and a petrol engined cycle. Ten of us were sent down to sort and pack the salvage, and a further five joined the officers aboard the wreck if the river-boat. I was on the wreck detail, where we discovered large packing case, like unto a coffin. I got my trousers wet helping to lift it out of the water and into the deck, where we cracked it open to reveal a large, inactive automaton.
This discovery excited the officers, who had been charged by the governor to seek out the design blueprints for just such a creation. While I and my fellows had been in the bilges of the wreck, Basil had found in the wheelhouse those plans, but to take the Governor a fully built and working example would surely earn an even greater reward than had originally been negotiated.
The only problem was, we could not find any way to get it actually working. It did not appear to operate in the same way as modern automata like Captain Azzurro. So, it was up to us crew to hoist the heavy load up to the Steptoe above.
We left the metal beast for Mr Strange to examine, while we went to recover the Motor Bicycle that the officers had earlier discovered. What they had not discovered earlier was that the building where it was hidden was also the nest of a Terror Bird! But fear not my love, set on guard by Lions and Giant Alligators, we were well disposed to make short work of the poor creature.
By the time we had the Motor Bicycle back on board, Abraham Strange had managed to get some part of the automaton, about the size of a dollar, somehow fixed to the back of his hand. The golem was moving, but, not with the independent thought that a true Automaton exhibits. It was a dumb slave, which cared only for the protection of Mr Strange, its new master. It was well equipped for its task as one arm had been replaced by an efficient looking electrically powered revolving repeater rifle cannon. It had a tendency to point the weapon on the face of any who approached Abraham, until he worked out that its could be controlled by simple clear thoughts. Mr Strange pointed to each of the trusted crew and thought “friend” and the golem no longer a threat.
We were ready to weigh anchor, when I spotted a troubling sight: on the horizon, but headed toward us, an Imperial Frigate.
My Dearest, I promised you I would not seek papers aboard a Pirate Ship, and I did not. Captain Azzurro is an honest scrap metal and bric-a-brac dealer. Did I tell you he was once an upstanding Peeler in a Change Cage city? But out over the plains, His Majesty the Emperor regards all who do not live under his rule and travel about the place as Pirates, and My Dear, I fear that the Captain of that Frigate assumed that we were just such.
Captain Azzurro wasted no time. We thought ourselves trapped between the Frigate and the ship that had followed us from Isla Aether. But he instructed us to take our leave of the place and head towards our mysterious shadow, and away from the Imperial Navy.
Of course we could not outrun such a ship as an Imperial Frigate, but Basil had us stretching out every inch of canvas, and the stokers shovelling more coal into the steam engine. Abraham Strange proved himself a worthy pilot, even though the ship was heavy with cargo. We had the wind behind us, and even I could not quite gauge our speed over the ground, but it appeared that the Frigate was getting smaller, that we were getting away. I took a look through my trusty brass telescope, and though I can not be sure, I have surmised that the Frigate was damaged from some previous skirmish and was thus slower somewhat than it might have been.
As we approached the Brig that had followed us out here, Basil worked the Heliograph to signal a question “A mutual enemy?”. I read the flashes as they replied “Here for your safe return.” It was The End of All Hope, captained, as you will know, by Lillian Ash.
We sailed in consort back to Isla Aether, and here our troubles began.
The End of All Hope bade farewell as we approached the skyloft. We after all were permitted, nay expected, to dock at the Governor’s private berth. Lily Ash took her ship to the the dockyards on Hannigan’s Disc. Us crew of course would be there too to spend our honestly gotten bounty, but first we had to get paid.
The officers went ashore, leaving me in charge of unloading the Governor’s share of our Salvage. Not included in this share was the golem, which Abraham now called a Robaut, which means slave-automaton. Strange has commanded the beast to wait on board, hidden from the eyes of our patrons.
That was not all that was hidden however, for I was called on deck by a hand who pointed out the scene in front of the palace. Our leaders were surrounded by guards – not the the Governor’s but some foreign thugs from another skyloft. A detachment of the same soldiers was heading our way. I began to order the crew to cast off – with no real plan in my head. I reckon I had thought we might seek out Lilian Ash but to help us do what? I did not need to think beyond that, for I saw above, behind and below, Aetherian Navy ships standing off, broadsides facing us. We were trapped. I ordered our colours be struck, to save futile bloodshed.
Caroline Cirro-Stratus had organised a coup while we were treasure hunting. She had plotted with the Captains of the Navy, who had mutinied as one man – claiming the Navy had long been starved of funds by a profligate Governor. The Governor’s own guards had been overpowered by the mercenaries, and once they calculated Vladimir’s chances they had thrown in their lot with Cirro-Stratus.
Caroline herself appeared had the officer marched off to a makeshift gaol in the old Governor’s Pleasure House. We crew were lined up for administration, and told we would be facing charges of Piracy, Fraud, and Corrupt Practices. It was a hot day, and we were lined up by the Pleasure Palace with our hands on our heads and my old knees were beginning to ache. But scarcely an hour later there were not one, but two disturbances. There were shots by the Steptoe, just one or two at first, and then the fearsome metallic growl of the Robaut’s repeating rifle. The golem had grown bored of waiting it seems, and had come to find its master. Meanwhile, there were shots in the Pleasure Palace – the officers were attempting a breakout!
Unarmed, and with bullets flying from the mercenary thugs and the Robaut’s fearsome cannon, we kept our heads down. The poor creature was greatly outnumbered of course, and though it harvested a good proportion of the mercenary force, it eventually fell, shot to pieces and never again seeing its Master. We did though, Abraham, Basil, Doctor Frank and Captain Azzurro came out of the Pleasure Palace with a gun at the neck of Caroline Cirro-Sratus. The Governor’s guards raised a cheer and switched sides again, and we took the opportunity to pick weapons from the fallen and point them at the remaining mercenaries, who promptly surrendered.
So now, Caroline Cirro-Stratus languishes in gaol, Vladimir has been publicly confirmed as Governor by the Council of Oligarchs we have been richly rewarded. Or, at least Captain Azzurro has – the rest of us have yet to see our share. I must stop writing and go raise that very subject with Basil.
With all my love, forever yours,
Frederick