For once in Karita Marinus' mind she was starting to doubt whether or not this was such a bright undertaking. Mostly on the basis that she had always viewed something as simple as this should be to not need so many damned people aboard her ship. True, the others had approached her, which in itself was unusual for other Pirates to do, simply based mostly on the fact that Karita's ship was the fastest.<br/><br/>Pirates normally don't ask other pirates for help. It's typically one of those 'all-for-one' kind of mentalities that stuck around from when the original ships were created back when only the sea was the untamed. She was still slightly wondering if the others had an ulterior motive in this, though the promise of a reward for such an undertaking was almost too good to pass up. As she contemplated she spun the tip of her knife against one of her nails, getting rid of some grit that seemed to gained it's perch there. Duty, however, was nagging at her to gain her forward attention. Well, not duty, it was more of a routine she did on every voyage. Rising from her chair, she belted the knife into it's sheath on her hip.<br/><br/>The boards beneath her creaked ever so slightly as the winds began to pick up just slightly. Up here there were no such thing as a 'calm' wind. A few years ago, a band of explorers discovered a new type of rock that reacted much like the air did under certain temperatures. Heat causing them to float, and cold to sink. They had theorized, at the time, that the amount of rock needed in travel a single person would be mass amounts. Good thing they had been wrong. Otherwise Karita would be out of her way of life and she could have none of that. She was damned good at it. So what if she was supposedly the 'bad' guy in the sky? At least she could outmaneuver things people didn't normally see.<br/><br/>Opening the door from her cabin, she glanced up to see the rigs to The Outlaw Seraphim's own floating stones. Each stone rigged much like one would a hot air balloon save for the within the fireproof nylon pockets the rocks were forced into place by the metal workings.  The heat generators were currently fueling them ahead, storing energy during the day so that at night there was no fear of suddenly loosing power and everybody crashing to earth with a large 'thud.'<br/><br/>Both Karita and the Seraphim had seen years of this kind of life, years which had been inked and branded onto her own skin, where as the Seraphim had gained a reputation. It was one of the fastest airships to be created. It took a lot of hard work to keep it that way.<br/><br/>Too bad her bodyguard couldn't grasp that sort of thought. "I warned you," came that sultry voice from her lips, her green eyes flicking to the sight of the elf in front of her. Hanging naked from a roped band over his head. She had been a Pirate for so long that nudity, or being 'skyclad' as some called it, had long since stopped bothering her. "Next time you should listen to me before thinking you know better." Her eyes gained a calculating glint towards the rope above him.<br/><br/>Without blinking she pulled the pistol from it's holster on her hip, and aimed inches from his head to the rope that had bound him in place. Not like she could reach to give him a knife anyway. The bullet burrowed through the rope, before skidding into the clouds nearby. His weight should do the rest of the work, the rope already starting to creak in weakness as she continued her ritual walk to the bow of the ship. The clouds were dusted with pink with the coming dawn, the only thing really disturbing the sight was the loud 'thunk' of him falling the wake of snapping ropes.<br/><br/>Something inside Karita told her that this wasn't going to be an easy journey. Even though the cargo was secured deep within the holdings of the ship, no one seemed to have bothered to tell her what the big deal was about it. She would find out, eventually. Unless of course the enemy seemed to catch whiff of her travel patterns. Then she'd be in trouble.