Concerning an Account of Burmese Savagery

Two years ago, we had engine trouble over Burma, and were forced to set down and spend time affecting repairs. The shaft of the portside prop had seized, something about cheap French bearings. Worse yet, the rough emergency landing damaged a fin of the same side, gouged deeply by shrubbery.
Danvers was mate at the time, recently back from a rescue in the Swiss Alps on the Magdalena. Under his orders we set a crude camp around the airship, disparate hedge against dangerous animals and savages brought out by the ruckus. Wilson and Voslo had the first watch, Enfield automatic rifles and an electric torch between them and the creeping darkness. A few other examples from the weapons store were left within easy reach of the repair crew. We thought it would have been a sufficient preparation, even without knowing the disposition of natives of the area. The darkness taught us otherwise.