The Mehliad

Chapter 11
Continuing the tale of young Dan Fogelberg (no not that one), who fell asleep in a storm and woke in a fantastical, creepy land. Beyond that, your guess is as good as ours.

The docks were not what I expected, since I expected them to be docks where boats docked. Instead, we walked along an upward-inclined solid beam that rose steadily until it met the bow of a fantasy-style airship.

Never one to look any sort of ex machina in the mouth, I boarded with Geoff in tow.

The ship was simple enough to steer, and provisioned for a full crew well above the three goofballs assigned to keep Geoff and I from wrecking the thing. Goggles, our “navigator” as such, swore that if it could be found, he’d find it. He also had no idea what Texas was or where it might exist, but enthusiasm counts for something. Norton, our ship’s doctor, spent an ungodly amount of time “scanning the ship for weaknesses” and generally slowing our progress to a crawl without ever actually finding anything. Aoelh was introduced to me as a “primitive,” from some far away tribe of native peoples. He didn’t speak much, only offering a “welcome” upon meeting. I guess every ship needs its Queequeg.

We let loose the ropes and sailed into the sky, headed for adventure and, hopefully, home.