Fumes of acrid smoke leaked into the air. Mason and I gasped for our breath, as the skyship sunk lower and lower through the air. I had no idea what to do, but Mason had an idea. He explained to me that if we used the rope that had held up the balloon to catch some dragons, then they would keep us in the air. It was our only chance to get back in the air. I went to grab the rope. When we had the rope, we made collars and leads for the dragons. Soon we were finished. Now came the dangerous part. Now Mason and I had to attract the dragons, without getting hurt. We banged on pots and screamed until eventually a flight of dragons flew towards us. Mason was up on the ladder getting ready to put on the collars, and I hid behind the tiller. As the dragons flew past Mason, he reached up, hot fire just missing his face, as he looped the rope around the dragons’ necks. Mason’s idea had worked. We were floating again. What was going to happen now. 

By DaisyH