06-12-2019, 12:16 PM
Assuming lack of posts mean there is nothing further to address, you all eventually retire for the night. It's uncomfortably quiet on the strange airship. Anyone who peers out a porthole only sees the frosted tips of the mountain tops reflecting the moonlight through the haze of the sparse clouds you're flying through.
In the morning you all are startled awake from a cry from above.
"PIRATES!"
In the morning you all are startled awake from a cry from above.
"PIRATES!"
