Captain Jean Lafitte III stood at the helm of his beloved airship, La Danse Calinda, her sails being raised by the crew, and her moorings being untied and withdrawn from the rain soaked dock she was attached to.
Ionas Farseer had shown such eagerness to show his heroes to their rooms as to make denying his request to show them around futile. As Lafitte watched the crews tie down various items under Larman Ogges‘ supervision, prepare ballistas for inevitable battle under Beau Bergeron, and Tayliana Winddancer, the ship’s weather-wizard, prepare the incantations which would bring the winds to their side with the help of a few lesser crew so as to speed up the process, the Selkie Royalty descended the steps of the castle deck to watch it in action.
Lafitte smiled with a pride not felt towards the Calinda’s namesake, and before long the preparations were complete. With a hand signal the word was passed down to cut the “failsafe” ties to the dock that held the ship moored against the winds of the storm. Soon Lafitte and his ship would be sailing against the unknown, to take down whatever these daemonic cards could throw at them. Soon, the rewards of plunder would be in his sights.
Rain splattering his face, and running off of his hat, he held up his hand, “Larguer les amarres!”, and with the precision of a well-oiled machine, La Danse Calinda rose into the air…