Well, hello again my extraordinary friends!
So, to catch everyone up (as I hear they say in the colonies. What a curious place that must be!), I've recently been....evicted....from my residence at the Shuttered Palace. And by "evicted" I mean "forced into exile to avoid be torn limb from limb by the Empress." It would appear that she was not at all fond of my last work-a full opera based on the Correspondence. I will say that our illustrious ruler seemed a bit inflamed by the passions of the piece. She fared better than several of the players and nobles, who were "inflamed" in a much more literal sense.
Shortly after my hasty retreat from the stage, the Veteran Privy bundled me away to the Docks, to await a ship which would take me to the Carnelian Coast. It seems she must have run afoul of the Unterzee, for the ship never arrived. After a fair few hours of waiting, huddled under a nearby tarp, I gave up waiting. Instead, I managed to wrest an invitation to the Dilmun Club-yes the Dilmun Club-from a certain sour-faced servant of His Amused Lordship. Who then (in a very out-of-character serious moment) asked me to prove my worth to the members of the Club by mounting a scientific expedition to various islands across the Unterzee.
Not being one to back down from such a challenge, I gathered supplies and my crew, and departed London on board the Serendipity of the Spheres (my rather luxurious yacht), and made my way to zee.
What I hoped would be a quiet, pleasant trip turned out to be less than peaceful, as a certain Dr. Orthos managed to follow me to each of my stops! Thankfully, I managed to gather a rather immense sum of data from each location before having to scurry away.
And that is it, dear friends. I'm sitting in my cabin as I right this, on the way back to Wolfside Docks. I hope the Club is pleased with this research!