A Problem that Gets Espressly Solved

Welcome to the next installment of the Misadventures of Airship Isabella. Here I give you Espresso.

COMIC Expresso

Here you will find more information about the characters you just saw in action.

Also This post we get the writings from Zombie Prey.

Zombie Prey

“Zombie had somehow managed to wander his way off the Isabella into the strange market where she had made port. Peering blankly around the chaos and noise he caught scent of something far in the distance. With that he ambled away, following a trail almost as if the scent were a visible line of temptation dragging him by the nose to some long craved target.

Through the market he went, stalking his prey around every corner. It appeared to be on the move. Getting closer he became more cat like in his motions. Slinking, stalking, low and light he approached the source of his desire. Soon his nose told him it is just on the other side of that aisle. He reached the end, ever so delicately, he looked around the corner. Unnoticed by his prey he skirted the edge of the walk way. Getting closer; oh so much closer, still he remained unseen. With a well forced hand he placed credits on a table of the small stand and exclaimed “Ta-aco-os!” ”

Written By: Rebecca Harrison
Illustrated By: Andrea Izaguirre

Zombie Prey
Written By: Andy Fox

Zombey Prey the Illustrated Edition

“I’m late… I’m late!”
Let me welcome you to the latest installment of the Misadventures of the Airship Isabella

Zombie Prey

In a formatting note, tiny is the only way to make this look pretty on the page for some reason. Just click the picture!

Also in this weeks edition we have the story “Tea” for your reading pleasure. View the illustration HERE!

Rottger Van Hohenheim

Rottger Van Hohenheim


“A new time, place and clientele, this seemed to be the norm. Today though Fox was not having to back room deal and make shady trades for “Unusual” items. No, today was a day for him. Well that’s what he would tell anyone who asked, if they asked. The truth of the matter was, he had run out of green tea and if he did not find more he was fairly sure he would die from the withdrawal.

He visited shop after shop. They all had exquisite teas of every blend and fancy, some teas were so pungent that when he asked to smell them, the shop owners took him outside to open the cans. (They mentioned that, if they did not take this precaution, the pure scent would break the windows.) But alas, no basic green tea was to be had.

Having resigned himself to his fated death, he traipsed back across the market to his closed tent to make some of his second favorite tea to toast the world goodbye. He opened the drawer labeled “Earl Grey.” His hands shook with the impending doom. The little knob slipped right from his fingers and the whole drawer clattered to the ground. There in the very back was a small box, bright green in color. Picking it up he opened it. The smell so fine and pure the bottom edges of his tent seemed to flutter in the wake. It was the greenest of green teas he had ever encountered.

His life had been spared for a little while longer.”

Zombie Prey Written by: Andy Fox Illustrated By: Andrea Izaguirre and David Orenday
Tea Written by: Andy Fox


For our next installment of The Misadventures of the Airship Isabella, I give you “Tea”.


Mr. Fox

Mr. Fox

In a less than exciting note, you can learn more about most crew members in the crew gallery, I however have neglected to get my own bio into my picture, and this story kinda warped in on me, and I totally didn’t realize my oversight would be so suddenly thrust upon the world. You can click my image to see where more information about me would be, and I will be correcting my own personal oversight in the next day or so.

To view “Tinkering” in illustrated form go HERE!


“The ticking and whirring, dinging and flaming could be heard all across the ship when Audra really got into her work. Her shop was that of the most amazing mechanical toy maker you had ever seen squashed onto a clock shop melted through a shipyard. It was quite the site to see; if you knew how to traverse the tunnels that led through the room that is. Audra had a rather diminutive stature that allowed her to store far more in her space aboard the ship by piling overhead (how she managed the gravity field in her room even Vale has yet to truly figure out, though he has a theory).

Today Audra is scurrying around her tunnels, digging through the piles of little bits and bobbles here and there. When she finds something she wants it hurriedly gets stashed away in her bag, all other things get unceremoniously transferred to another storage location with a quick fling of the arm.

Looking in her bag, she appears satisfied with its contents. Winding her way to her workbench strew with a pile of tools, various unusual looking machines and a small pile of unfinished projects. Making room in the table she swipes the current project of wing upgrades for Nyxe right onto the floor with her other unfinished things. She finally pulls forward the most familiar looking machine of them all; a black and gold inlay sewing machine. Her bag produces beautiful lengths of fabric and beads: admittedly strange for an engineer, and after winding a this and that she goes to work.

Fabric scraps flying everywhere, thread rolling all over the floor, ticking and machining noises echoing through the tunnels, Audra finally scurries away from her table pile of fabric in hand. Quietly returning she is now adorned in the most frilly of frilly dresses. Frills upon frills like icing on a cupcake Audra admires herself in the mirror.”

Tinkering Written by: Andy Fox
Tea Written by: Andy Fox. Illustrated by: Rebecca Harrison

Shadows of Steam

Big Mamma's Lounge

We are honored to announce Shadows of Steam, a monthly gathering in the shadows, hosted by House of Blues: Big Mama’s Lounge in partnership with Airship Isabella. Join us on the 2nd Thursday every month for an evening in the shadows. Meet people of like minds to discuss and explore the darker side of Steampunk, Vampires, Horror and the Dark Subcultures of New Orleans. Held at Big Mama’s lounge in the historic French Quarter of New Orleans at 229 Decatur St. Starting at 7 pm going till 11 pm. See you in the shadows!

Here is the link for the Facebook Event for the First Shadows of Steam.

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