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.
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