By hook or by crook, the intrepid mariners came up with a multi-tiered balloon of sailcloths inflated with hot air from the overlooked volcano resembling a Saint Valentine's heart from above. After battening down their cargo in the gondola with greatest care using windlasses and netting, Binta and Tripp, mostly Binta untethered the hybrid dirigible to shed the mundane harnesses of this world.

From the ground Binta released the last anchor effing and jeffing with a smile. "The good, bad, an' magical energy... Been thinkin' tis time fer young blood tah keep the light 'ouse flame burnin'. She'll treat ye well. Jest promise ye'll throw away the heart-shaped box under me bed without lookin' in it. That's not mine. I was keepin' it fer a friend." Binta turned to chuckle. "I crack meself up. Blast borrowin', great pirates steal souls from the ashes. The world shoulda put me down fer a dirt nap when it had half a chance. If I didn't laugh it away I'd prob'ly be mad it nev'r gave me a bett'r fight. Now I might be a cocklebur in its side like a star that died millions o' years ago yet we still see the light sparklin' away. Or one o' those birthday candles ye can't blow out. Mew."

The unencumbered craft rose in an ear popping ascent through the truncated top of the lofty elliptical funnel hidden by nature's equivalent to smoke and mirrors. Caught up in a layer of fleecy clouds, a large sail unfurled to capture favorable trade winds for the immense voyage to the mainland.