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Tie up Your Dirigible and Visit for a Spell

Pod-Captain Ballantyne


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Pilot / Navigator of the armed air-trader AAT Nighthawk.

After six years of flying private airships in the skies of Darwin Island (Darwinia) and Britannica Columbia, Pod-Captain Ballantyne was commissioned into the Dominion Air Service (DAS) as a Flying Officer at the beginning of the Great Lakes War of ’08. After distinguished service in armed airships he was eventually promoted to Pod-Captain and was honorably discharged in ’12.

The Nighthawk is a general caro carrier. Ballantyne is also a dealer in Old Tech, smallarms, and curios.

For smallarms check out his site at: https:/www.etsy.com/ca/shop/SteampunkTrader?ref=search_shop_redirect

Clear Skies and Favourable Winds to you all.

NOTE: "Pod-Captain". The commander of a fleet of five or more armed airships.

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Reply Pod-Captain Ballantyne
11:46 PM on February 18, 2015 
The Ballad of the Dead Steampunker
by Pod-Captain Mike Ballantyne
Tune: The Streets of Laredo


1.
As I was attending a steampunk convention,
Admiring the work that the artisan?s made,
I felt a cold shiver run down through my body,
And heard these words whispered all into my head.

2.
I see by your outfit you are a steampunker,
With mechanical forearm and steam-powered gun,
But listen awhile all to my sad story,
And don?t kill your character as I have done.

3.
When I was 'round your age I was a steampunker,
With badges and medals and persona too,
I served in a sub-ma-rine as a deep diver,
Exploring old ruins like subs always do.

4.
We were on a seamount in At-lan-ti-cus ocean,
Where fabled Atlantis was reckoned to be,
When three of us divers went out in the darkness,
With lamps on our helmets so that we could see.

5.
We came to a building all falling to ruin,
A ruined old building from alternate times,
When out of a doorway a mechanical oc-tow-poid,
Entwined my poor person with tentacled slimes.

6.
It squeezed the life from me and broke my poor body,
And left me all broken all on the sea floor,
And although my good comrades dispatched the foul creature,
It was too late for me; I could draw breath no more.

7.
So all you brave punkers, make sure your persona,
As pirate or gentleman of high degree,
Lives not to regret any life you have chosen,
And end as a ghost in the ether like me.
Reply Lee Ann Farruga
9:06 AM on November 17, 2014 
Welcome! Glad to have you with us.