Episode 2

The chugging sound from the back of the boat was getting worse and worse.

“I think we should land!” Enzo shouted. They all nodded in agreement. Nevaeh glanced around, looking beneath the Boomstar, but all she could see was a barren, desolate city, like a shipwreck, as the twilight of the night glistened over the sky. By the side of the vessel was a tilting tower. Chef O’ Morgan thought it looked familiar so they began their descent. This was Theopetra Cave – the rigid rocks made an echoing drum sound. Nevaeh gazed into the gap of the abyss. The crew were blissfully unaware of the danger before them.

Swaying in the wind, the Boomstar was in serious peril. There was a sound of a slip of a rock dropping like losing money down the drain. Oscillating back and forth in rhythm, the Boomstar was at risk of capsizing into the endless chasm. Darkness hovered over the airship like a threatening volcano. More rocks began cracking but where was Chef O’ Morgan ? Nobody knew. The children didn’t move a muscle. Nevaeh and Enzo were standing near the stern of the airship surrounded by darkness. A peach star appeared above them and the cold crisp air drought inside the airship made them shiver.

At this point, a cluttering sound appeared. How were they going to get out this dire situation?

Episode 3- Chefs secretary

“ Nevaeh do you think its Chef O’ Morgan?” Enzo questioned.

“It  could be but what if it’s not?” Nevaeh exclaimed.

“I don’t know, but I’m not moving from under this table! Can you  go look? You’re much older than me and bolder than I’ll ever be .”Said Enzo. Nevaeh , whose hands were turning blue, started searching for warmth In the air. Then they  heard a noise… Bang… it was the side of the vessel . But whoever is or was there. Made it fluctuate forwards. Stuttering, Nevaeh went and had a look. She couldn’t see anything at first. But a figure shadow appeared, and then some thick long brown hair  and a wing which was snapped and rigid shadowed through the window of Boomstar. “Enzo look ! It’s Chef O Morgan secretary Maia.” Nevaeh exclaimed

“ Nevaeh we can’t let her in.”

“Enzo we have to.

“Buts she’s  got a dragon in her hands we can’t bring her up!”Enzo , who shivered violently, from under the table because of the fear about bringing  Maia and the dragon up. “Pull ! We have to get her up.” Nevaeh exclaimed, so Enzo ran and found a grey dirty blanket.

But where did Maia come from? How did she find them?

Boomstar

You’ve probably been on an airship, when the steely flare of sun on the horizon shines down brightly, comforting the mind of the ship. Remember how the feel of the breeze, cleanses your skin over the Fiji’s water. The sound like sweet harmony as the glare of the wind pushes as it catches the sails, making it feel like you’re on top of the Earth watching down. I bet you’ve always wanted to have your honeymoon, in a place like the Bahamas, where you and your family and friends will love the majestic seas lapping gently against the shore.

But you should try coming when we travel to Vostok Nation, when the tempest of the breeze takes away the shining of the sun, for that is a matter you will remember. When the hail drops what feels like ice cubes, during the breaking of glacier for the first time, alarming the ship’s sail; when it clings for all its breath and the engine begins to get slower; that’s when an airship ride become exhilarating battle for survival.

And some say they’ve seen corrupt sky  fairies spying in the depths of the skies, wasting time clutching on weightless clouds forming and creating cirrostratus masterpieces. You probably won’t believe this, but some say there are flying beasts with talons, a tail which curls like a dove, claws rigged like a rusted fork and wings shot as fast as a bullet.

Nevaeh, inhaling for air, clenched her hand on the ropes. They began to pale. She gasped as the cirrostratus gulped the airship in. She glared at her brother Enzo whose expression suggested he liked it as the airship was falling. In good spirits, they had left the Bahamas behind two weeks ago but the perilous storm had blown them off-track from the highlands.

Only now, the sky dragon blitzed it. Bang! Enzo saw one of them burst out of the cloud and fire burned the back of Boomstar. Chef O’ Morgan tugged the tiller, just avoiding a life-threatening choice of disaster. In that minute, the dragon vanished as Chef O’ Morgan directed the Boomstar to the Underlife to hide. The storm started to pelt with rain. At the back of the boat was a splintering sound. Nevaeh glanced at Enzo who shot a look back at Neveah. They went and looked at the stern of the Boomstar but nothing showed. The Underlife was just aqua. “Stay close! We’re going up!” Chef O’Morgan howled into the microphone.

A few moments later, the Boomstar flew upon the clouds as air came through and the back of the boat stopped cracking. They drifted up. Nevaeh and Enzo looked down, peering to find the dragon. “Did we evade them? Where are they?”

Boomstar

You’ve probably been on an airship, when the steely flare of sun on the horizon shines down brightly, comforting the mind of the ship. Remember how the feel of the breeze, cleanses your skin over the Fiji’s water. The sound like sweet harmony as the glare of the wind pushes as it catches the sails, making it feel like you’re on top of the Earth watching down. I bet you’ve always wanted to have your honeymoon, in a place like the Bahamas, where you and your family and friends will love the majestic seas lapping gently against the shore.

But you should try coming when we travel to Vostok Nation, when the tempest of the breeze takes away the shining of the sun, for that is a matter you will remember. When the hail drops what feels like ice cubes, during the breaking of glacier for the first time, alarming the ship’s sail; when it clings for all its breath and the engine begins to get slower; that’s when an airship ride become exhilarating battle for survival.

And some say they’ve seen corrupt sky  fairies spying in the depths of the skies, wasting time clutching on weightless clouds forming and creating cirrostratus masterpieces. You probably won’t believe this, but some say there are flying beasts with talons, a tail which curls like a dove, claws rigged like a rusted fork and wings shot as fast as a bullet.

Nevaeh, inhaling for air, clenched her hand on the ropes. They began to pale. She gasped as the cirrostratus gulped the airship in. She glared at her brother Enzo whose expression suggested he liked it as the airship was falling. In good spirits, they had left the Bahamas behind two weeks ago but the perilous storm had blown them off-track from the highlands.

Only now, the sky dragon blitzed it. Bang! Enzo saw one of them burst out of the cloud and fire burned the back of Boomstar. Chef O’ Morgan tugged the tiller, just avoiding a life-threatening choice of disaster. In that minute, the dragon vanished as Chef O’ Morgan directed the Boomstar to the Underlife to hide. The storm started to pelt with rain. At the back of the boat was a splintering sound. Nevaeh glanced at Enzo who shot a look back at Neveah. They went and looked at the stern of the Boomstar but nothing showed. The Underlife was just aqua. “Stay close! We’re going up!” Chef O’Morgan howled into the microphone.

A few moments later, the Boomstar flew upon the clouds as air came through and the back of the boat stopped cracking. They drifted up. Nevaeh and Enzo looked down, peering to find the dragon. “Did we evade them? Where are they?”