As Spyro was staring across this surreal landscape, with its hundreds of floating islands that looked like they still had old, crumbling structures on them, he saw a peculiar sight flying through the land masses: it looked like some sort of boat, colorfully painted and beautifully crafted, but it had what looked like a balloon attached to it. At the back of the hall was a spinning propeller, which was making noises that resembled that of a train, but with a much lower volume.
Spyro immediately recognized the machine: it was a blimp. The purple dragon raised his eyebrow in surprise. Now what could a blimp be doing out here? It didn't look in any way hostile, but it was heading straight towards the cave he and Cynder resided in.
Spyro dashed off towards the black dragoness's sleeping form and began nudging her, trying to wake her up.
"What's the matter, Spyro?" Cynder finally asked, yawning and stretching.
"You have to see this!" Spyro said quickly, already running towards the entrance of the cave.
Cynder snorted but got up and followed her friend. The blimp was much closer now, and Spyro could make out the drivers of the aircraft: the first was a badger, judging from his black and white fur, and the other was a mole, who wore a pair of spectacles that magnified his eyes to a comical proportion.
Cynder, who had also seen the blimp now, waved a paw at the critters, receiving a wave in return from the badger.
"Ahoy there," cried Spyro. He presumed that it was the correct words to use, for they were flying on something that looked like a ship.
"Ahoy there to you too," shouted the badger in a surprisingly deep voice.
"Can we help you in any way?" said Spyro.
"Yes, you can," answered the badger, "We need a landing spot to make repairs, and your cave will do just fine."
It was indeed true; the cave had a large cliff that could serve has a landing sight for the blimp and still have room to spare, and the propeller, Spyro noticed, was making strange coughing sounds, black smoke erupting from it with each cough.
The two dragons cleared the way as the machine touched down on the flat earth, and the mole and the badger used a ladder to climb off.
"We thank you greatly," the badger said, holding out one of his paws, "My name is Martin, and that's my assistant, Sam."
Spyro took Martin's paw in greeting, saying: "It's a pleasure meeting you. My name's Spyro and this is my friend Cynder."
Martin's eyes widened in surprise. "THE Spyro and Cynder."
The badger suddenly gave a bow a gestured Sam do do the same. Both dragons felt a little embarrassed by the praise they were receiving, but it was only natural in their case. They did save the world, after all.
"We are in great debt to you, young heroes," said Martin, "But I doubt any humble art from Sam and I could ever pay it off."
"What do you guys do exactly?" asked Cynder, "We're not suspicious in any way. It's just a little weird that anyone would be up here to work."
"Indeed," agreed Martin, "But we're here to search for treasure located somewhere in one of the islands."
Spyro and Cynder's eyes widened when they heard this.
"Well," continued the badger, "at least I am. Junior here is a map-maker, though, I wonder how he's gonna map a place like this. Keeps bloody shifting around. Busted my rudder when a island came smashing into it."
"It can be maped," the mole suddenly said. His voice sounded young but not child-like. "You just have to give the most prominent islands names and chart them, that's all."
"Whatever you say," said Martin.
After they exchanged their greetings and got to know each other better, they made camp inside the cave for the night. Spyro would have went out to hunt some food for them, but Martin had everything he needed in the cargo of his ship: dried fruits and vegetables, wood, matches, and other important equipment.
After eating a good meal with each other, Sam, Spyro and Cynder went to bed. But Martin stayed a long while up, repairing his broken rudder, but he was having success, for he had much experience with machines.
By the next morning the blimp was in functioning condition again and ready to fly. But Spyro found it hard to say goodbye to the two critters, and he asked: "Do you think me and Cynder could help you find the treasure?"
The badger was silent for a few moments, considering the offer.
Finally he said...
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