Crimson Fire : Hunting Dragons

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We saw our first dragon on day 18–a red dragon. It was terrifying, but boy did it do some damage. I'm surprised I survived to tell the tale.

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Day 18. It's been a couple of weeks since I made an entry. Well, that was because nothing much happened. We sailed through the air with a rotating lookout in the crow's nest, but all we saw were seagulls and crows. It did give the pirates a chance to practice with the harpoons. Far fewer people wandering around with bandages these days.

Things changed this morning though. We were near some mountains, but I have no idea what mountains they could be. My geography is rusty, despite my degree, and my sense of direction is completely gone. Still, I was pretty sure there shouldn't be a range in this region…

Anyway, there was another red dragon sighting today. This one was even larger than the last. The sun on its scales was almost blinding, like crimson fire. It was beautiful, but terrifying.

We manned our stations. The dragon soared over the ship, roaring in defiance. Gus gave the order–well, it was really more of a request–and we set out in pursuit. We chased it through a valley and almost caught him, but he doubled back on us. The dragon belched out a gout of flame that caught the ship on fire and damaged a sail. While we were distracted trying to put out the fire, the dragon soared off again. I was really happy to see it get away. At this rate, I won't have to worry about killing a dragon. These pirates couldn't hit one if their life depended on it!

I heard some of the crew talking. They said we're supposed to land outside Sherwood Forest Faire in Texas to make repairs. That's familiar territory, if not where he snagged me originally. Maybe I could get home from there. I realized that if I keep my phone off, it might build up enough charge for a quick 911 to Gwen while we are in Texas–some batteries do that, don't they? There's a chance at least. I'm keeping it hidden under my bunk until we land, just in case.