Setting off on this wild adventure felt like we were super-heroes, brave and fearless, responding to a world in danger.

The skyship was shaped like a pirate galleon – large and ready for battle.  Made of wood and iron bolted together, with silky sails billowing in the wind, Zinc hauled and heaved the strong , thick rope attached to the anchor, which was buried in the soft, silent, sleeping earth.  The anchor chain clattered against the side of the boat.  Zinc had to be extremely careful not to disturb the cloak of invisibility as he heaved on the anchor, or the dragons, soaring in the air above the skyship could attack him at a moment’s notice.

Swarm after swarm of dragon pirates filled the air like hornets heading for their nest.  The sky darkened due to the number of dragon pirates building a wall in front of the sun’s light.  Fieago stared above her in horror and shivered, “I just want you all to know that I love you and that you will never be forgotten,” she whispered.

BANG!

A dragon flew straight into the side of the boat.  This was not the start to the voyage that Grutara had planned.  “Mayday!  Mayday! All engines down,” Grutara screamed.  “Get the anchor down quickly.” His voice echoed around the deck, like waves smashing across the sand in a tsunami.

The anchor popped out of the earth like a frog leaping out of a box.  Fieago and Zinc leaned over the side of the skyship, clinging onto the cloak of invisibility, as it trailed behind and away in the wind.  Their voyage had begun to the land of Asgara.