Elara cut the engine. The airship drifted silent over the Parkway, traffic below snarling as drivers craned necks to see the strange, lumpy cloud descending toward the Island’s fake lighthouse.
“Captain,” Pockets hissed, pointing at the Great Smoky Mountain Wheel. A cabin near the top had stopped. Inside, a little boy with a blue mohawk was pointing directly at them. His mother was on her phone. sky pirates pigeon forge
“Where’s that?” Mimsy asked.
“Climb!” Elara shouted.
The Iron Carolyn limped east, trailing a single torn weather balloon. Below, the Dolly-bear tipped its sunglasses and waved. The crowd at the Lumberjack Feud gave the fleeing airship a standing ovation, thinking it was part of the show. Elara cut the engine