As the time drew close, the hunter carefully scribbled a missive to his relatives in Staffordshire and sent it on its way, explaining that he will be away for some time if he returns at all. A message composed of facts, and bereft of sentiment. Once the airship arrived, he marveled for a long moment, having never been astride such a thing in his years, and gathers his bags and arms.
Traveling aboard the ship, he is clearly impressed as they are given the tour, and as they all end their tour amongst the cabins, with people breaking off, he decides upon the last cabin and moves to settle his things in cabin six, setting down his rifles, his baggage, and even his cap. Removing his jacket, to hang it, he remains in his hunting trousers, his boots which end just shy of his knee, and a plain white cotton shirt. Dangling from his neck are still those familiar teeth of his various kills, and seen peeking from the right sleeve of his shirt is what seems to be the unit crest of some unit or another; if canny and observant, it would be the bottom half of the crest for the 60th Rifle Brigade, the King's Royal Rifles. (( more or less this: https://www.elliottmilitary.co.uk/ca...fantry%209.bmp ))
With this done, he traveled to the frontmost of the ship, intent on seeing from the bridge as the ship would in time rise and push on. The thought exhilarated him to see.