It has been a very long time since I have updated this digital journal. Much has happened so I'll be brief as not to bore you.
The last time I wrote I left off with what is called a cliff-hanger. I was stuck on a bridge platform between two paddle wheels of an air ship, naked and weaponless. At this time I'm no longer a crew member of said ship but how that happened, and how I escaped the dilemma is rather interesting.
I actually got the nerve to hope aboard one of the ships wheel paddles as it sped by me. Holding on for my life I knew I only had one chance to jump onto the main deck or I'd be thrown down to the earth below me. With crossed fingers and a wish I leaped to the deck slightly too late, causing me to roll ass over tea kettle and still very naked between my then Captain and my false self. A bit of quick knee punching and throat grabbing, and yes I'm sorry to say hair pulling, and I had the Consortium's me lying prone on the deck! A slew of swears falling from my list was all it took for the captain to be sure I was the real me and he eliminated the false with a few shots from a lighting pistol.
I helped myself quickly to my clothes that False Anne had stolen from me and thanked my captain heartily. False Anne became fuel for the boiler room and all was well.
I was, however, still pretty angry about the April Fools incident and finally parted ways with that particular ship. I am now a member of the American Airship of Awesomeness Aurora but before I landed there so very much happened. I'm too tired from our bout with cowboys and outlaws to type any more but in my next entries I will tell you some of what happened to lead me to this fine new ship.
And don't worry, I still plan on taking over the universe.
Your Future Empress
Miss Anne Thrope
