Airborne

And Merrhyse is airborne! He flying into the sunset, leaving this island prison most wretched behind him. (The only thing that spoils this image most beautiful, mes amis, is that it is not sunset.)

Thanks to the wonders of satphones, Mowrise can be on the internet and type this even as he flys away from his desert island to the home he missed so much. Aargh, I am loosing altitude mes amis! Meryse must pay attention to flying the plane!

Now to find a map, to see where I must be going to get Mawrhyse back to Paris. I think I saw one back here somewhere.