In another situation I would be studying this bubble.  It is amazing. It is altering physical laws. It is slowly becoming a vacuum. But for our sealed cabins and oxygen system, we would already be dead. Vacuum should also render us non-buoyant and yet we still float in the middle of the bubble. All of our timepieces, save the chronometer, are ( Read more... )

Macnab may have saved us. He rigged up two large gyroscopes on board and we are powering them with muscle alone. We are taking turns maintaining revolutions and applying torque. Even Arabella and Elizabeth are toiling at it. Slowly The Dragon is turning, but turning she is. If we can avoid total exhaustion for long enough, we will bring the weak ( Read more... )

From the page stuck in my log, I know that to stay in this bubble is to condemn all souls on The Dragon to a slow death. The engine will not light and all batteries are drained. Only one accumulator has a charge- the one that powers the Tesla gun. We have one shot. MacNab thinks the bubble is weakest at the point where the ray meets it, but it ( Read more... )

All attempts to examine and or remove the small craft failed. It was protected by an electric field. We were just about to cut it away when it detached and sped back to the other ship. Some kind of ray came out of the foreign craft and placed us in a bubble. Unlike the bubble around the man, this one resists gun fire and full acceleration. We ( Read more... )

The powder is apparently a Tibetan secret Arabella picked up from a shaman there. Quite a remarkable woman. We went to move the body and popped a thin bubble around him that I had not seen before. Within seconds, his body began to corrode and within minutes he was but dust. All that is left is his odd garment and the weapon which I gave to Arabella ( Read more... )

The small craft locked onto our landing. A strange man emerged. His was the sideshow face that I saw projected in the air. He motioned into the ship and I lead him in. The odd man pointed directly at the chronometer, at himself and held out his hand. I refused to give it; he pointed what can only have been a weapon at my head. In one swift motion, ( Read more... )

I do not understand the captain of the other ship. He obviously wanted to stay close to us, but is matching our speed as we climb: we are not closing the gap. We are almost at pressurizing height. No sign of hostility, but no contact either.  We have tried morse code and semaphore. I still see no engines-they may be topside out of our view. It has ( Read more... )

A ship! Above us-perhaps the whole time as we descended. Arabella's broach is pointing towards it. It is like no aerostat I have ever seen - almost spherical with no visible gondola, and its engines are hidden within it. It is smooth and reflective. No sign of hostilities. We have stopped descending and are rising to meet the other ship. I am ( Read more... )

We are slowly headed downward. All hands, not busy, are scouring the terrain, but still we see only trees. Arabella has a broach which at its core has an object she found in Babylon. It has begun to give off light. She says it has never done so before, and she is both puzzled and delighted. The chronometer is pinging much louder. We are getting ( Read more... )

At high altitude, but right over the bright light on the land map function of the stellar chronometer. Circling slowly, - will descend at dawn on batteries alone for the sake of stealth. Sometimes navigating over  the sea is easier than over land. There are simply large areas for which maps do not exist. All we can see now is the wilds of Siberia. ( Read more... )