Journal Entry, Colonel Gentleman
12th of June in the year of Our Lord, Eighteen Hundred Seventy
I must be brief, as I have need to tend to the piloting of the airship we have recently aquired.
Our train ride from France was fairly uneventful save for the band of faux-elven bandits that attempted to commandeer our train and pilfer our belongings. Though I was badly wounded I nearly single handedly defeated both the bandits and an evil spirit who had taken posession of a dead member of the papacy.
As I said, this will be brief. I have left Miss Ting Woo at the helm of the airship, and she has just now threatened to remove my heart and server it to me for supper if I do not return and assume command of the vessel again. It may not be entirely proper for me to say this, but there are occasions where Miss Woo behaves in a manner that would make a merchant marine flush from embarrasement. And I must say that this behavior intrigues me greatly. I wonder if all the yellow folk's women are this querulous or if she is the exception rather than the rule?
I suspect I shall be receiving more practice in the art of navigation and helmsmanship over the next few days.