I was right

It appears that the melancholia is going to be my home for quite some time. Would you like to know why?

That shady little weasel is gone! Along with my airship, and believe you me the Captain is going to have hell for this.

I was absolutely thrilled to go and get her back. We had finally come into port after a week of being a temp on the Melancholia since we didn’t really have anything to do beyond that without my lovely Beatrice. The Captain took advantage of my small crew, had me watching Feuzen, and kept complaining about how he can’t wait for us to be gone. I couldn’t agree more. 

Then we started making our way to the shop where we met that vile Crizby. That long and tedious walk right into town and we found nothing.

That’s right. Nothing.

The shop was cleared out, as if no one was there for days. Then the Captain turned four shades of red and I could hear his teeth grind. He suddenly turned around walked down a few backstreets until we miraculously ended up at a warehouse with a private dock. The warehouse had the Crizby’s sign right about it, and the door was ajar. I stormed in expecting to have a few choice words for him. It was also cleaned out, save for my family’s insignia on the floor. I took that small piece of brass and held it as close to my heart as possible. If it was possible, it would have been a part of my skin. 

In all the fury I could feel though, I just fell to my knees and cried. Those hot tears that manage to find their way out when every fiber of your being just wants to explode.

I will find Crizby. 

I will end him.

First thing first though, because I need to do some business with the Captain…

Some well desreved rest and relaxation

“Miss Layla! Miss Layla! Come here, there are Narwhals!”

“I’ll be right there, dear” and while I start to get out of my cot, I get a bit nostalgic hearing Feuzen call. I was right about how young he was, since he’s only about 14, but he reminds me of my little brother in spite of the fact that he kicked me in the face. Scratch that, it reminds me more of my brother. We used to have out fights, but we also absolutely loved going out with our father on the ship and watching the scenery and the fish.

“Hurry up or you’re going to miss them!”

Even though I know the Captain isn’t exactly happy with me getting so cozy around here, he hasn’t exactly made any complaints. Besides that, I need some recuperation. Between the academy, taking care of the crew, and maintaining a decent social standing, which I have the feeling will be marred from my current company, there isn’t much time for relaxation. It is well deserved, believe you me, and I am enjoying every minute of it.

“They’re gorgeous! Take a look at the one in the front; I think he’s the leader of the group. Notice how big his horn is.”

“You’re right! He’s so cool!”

He really reminds me of my brother. Almost to the point where it scares me. Once I’m off the Melancholia though and have my beautiful Beatrice back, I’ll go and visit him. My beautiful Bea….we’re going to be going back and checking on her in a few more days. It’s just a matter of patience and faith by this point. Just a little patience and a lot of faith…at least I’ll be in good company.

This isn't the right place...

I didn’t ask to come here. This isn’t the mainland. Although the Captain did say that he knew the mechanic here, and he does excellent work. In my current situation, there’s not a lot I can do or say that will change it. I’m under the….care…of the Captain until further notice. It’s a very frightening thought though, for he hasn’t even told us his name. I’ve asked the crew about it, but they just say that he hates his name, so I’ve decided that it’s not worth worrying about by this point. It’s not like I’m going to be here for much longer. I’ll just take a bit of a break aboard The Melancholia while I wait for my beloved airship to be fixed.  This guy better know where we’re going, too, because we’ve been walking for quite some time now, and my patience is running thin.

“Captain, we’re not too far from the shop, right? After all, he has to be close to port to be able to do any work on airships…”

“Quit yer belly-achin. This guy will fix you up right good and you’ll be out of my hair soon enough. “

Yeah, big time gentleman. I have never met anyone so bitter. I can’t wait to be out of his hair either. He’s insufferable and the less time I spend on here, the better. I really just want to be back on MY Bea with MY crew, and it looks like that’ll be imminent, because I don’t believe airship repair signs are on every shop. It’s rather strange though that it’s so far in….

“Crizby! I need ya to help this young miss out. She’s the one who’s ship went down.”

“Ah, Captain….It’s good to see you again…now what is this fair miss’ name?”

This guy seemed real shady, but as I said, what options do I have? Crizby seemed like a typical grease monkey, except he’s missing one eye and walks with a bit of a hunch. Quite the character. “My name is Layla, and I must ask sir, why isn’t your shop closer to the port?” “Miss Layla, I have a warehouse out that way where I do all the work. This store is just for business. ““I’ll take your word for it sir, and I’ll be back in a week to speak with you about her. I figure that should give you plenty of time to ship her in and give a proper diagnosis.” “Of course dear, I’ll be expecting you.”

I’m really leaving her in the hand of this man. Right now, maybe I just need a little faith and a good vacation. Well, of sorts. The captain is just rather quiet though. Not doing any good for my nerves. We’ll see where this goes in a week. Like I said, just need a little faith.

Disbelief.

Utter Shock and disbelief. Those are the only things I felt as I saw her go up. My airship. My Beatrice. One minute I was on the external deck, enjoying the summer skies. The next minute, the alarms went off and I joined my crew on the lifeboats. Now we’re here, watching her crash into the ocean, and my heart is breaking.

Beatrice was not just any airship. She was my very first, handpicked by my father. Albeit, she was small, and made for a small crew, but it’s all that I needed. Now she’s gone, and I’m on a lifeboat in the middle of nowhere.

“Ma’am, we have company!” yelled one of the deckhands. I don’t remember his name anymore, considering that he’s now under the rule of the captain, and I rarely get to see my crew. I really should make a note to see them one of these days.

The rest is all a blur considering someone the Captain called “Feuzen” kicked me in the head and off the boat trying to attach us to his ship, but that’s how I ended up on the Melancholia. He has since apologized for it, and I can’t exactly blame him considering he’s still young and needs the training yet.  

“You, get up. We’re at the docks, now do what you need to and make it fast.”

That was the wonderful captain who decided to help us. He’s just so pleasant to be around. I have to thank him though, considering he did take us back to the mainland so I can arrange for the remains of my ship to be brought to the local mechanic.  That is my queue though, so I will make sure to write more after I speak with the mechanic. I have this horrible feeling I will be spending more time on the Melancholia…