Vyse was up on the main deck of the airship, right by the galley as he steered along the sky. Aika and Fina were cleaning the primary deck below the masts, sighing as they mopped the wood. Damn seagulls, always shitting on the deck - they were tired of it, but it was part of the life style.

"We're passing by Pirate Island - if we need anything for the next few days, we should probably stop by to pick it up," Vyse called out over his shoulder, peering back at the crew with a smile.