Icarus made his way down the dark streets of the dock, one hand thrust into his coat and the other clutching a large pack that was thrown over his shoulder. He dodged a few of the rough and alcohol rife men as he looked straight ahead through the rain with a grim look on his face. He was not a violent man by nature and believed in settling conflicts with as little bloodshed as possible; in the current mood he was in however, it would have been a bad idea for anyone to try and rob him, let alone even ask him for a few coppers. The tall electric lamp posts were few and far between on the far side of the city, and he winced as he tried to make out what looked like a large group of men ahead. He walked faster, almost jogging forward, not wanting to miss his opportunity to be one of the first people on the Alizain. Even through the rain, he could see that the ship was marvelous and had been meticulously cared for. He heard the Captain before he saw him, "Probably some kind of pep talk," Icarus commented to himself as he pushed some of his dark colored hair out of his eyes. His goggles beaded water around his eyes and down to the bridge of his nose as he sniffed, "Come now... just a little further." Finally, after what seemed like the longest minute in his life, he skirted around the crowd of men who were gathered there and made his way toward the stern of the airship. Upon arrival, he set his pack down in front of the grand ship and dug around in it for a moment. He produced a small metallic disc and searched for a small opening he knew would be somewhere on the very back of the outer wall. The small metallic device was probably the only thing that had gotten him this far to begin with, and he was glad he had even brought it up in his interview. It was an experimental type of barometer, something Icarus had been developing for quite some time, and upon hearing about it, Captain Dean had seemed at least somewhat impressed by the idea. Part of the agreement was that if the barometer worked better than the current one the ship was equipped with, the captain would take him on as a full time engineer. Icarus found the opening and smiled, temporarily forgetting about the loss of his prized pocket watch as he worked. It was a simple matter; a few screws later he popped the old one off and went to work installing the new one. He could hear the Captain droning on about success and courage and chuckled slightly to himself; he was here for the ship, not for anyone or anything else. He put the finishing touches on the device before cinching it down, "There... that about does..." A deafening boom shook the ground then as he nearly lost his footing. A cacophony of shouts and screams could be heard a second later as he looked around frantically. The ship... the ship was moving! As it rose, he reached out to it before he even thought about what he was doing, almost as if he could halt it just by putting his hands on it, "No, no no!" He shouted as it floated away from him. He looked straight ahead then and his mouth dropped open as he saw the crumbling dock. A terrible sinking feeling overcame him then; the ship represented nearly everything to him. It was everything he had worked so hard to obtain, and now it was... being hijacked perhaps? Regardless, his expression changed from dismay to anger. Losing two things that were so precious to him in one day was too much to bear. His feet began to move before he thought about what he was doing. The thick, sinewy ropes that had been snapped from their mooring dangled some yards away from him; if he could just reach them. he fell into a full run, his trench coat billowing behind him as he squinted his eyes through the black smoke that was now fogging up his goggles. He jumped desperately at one of the ropes, willing himself to reach it. He grasped it close to the end as he felt himself lift up off the ground. He tightened his grip as he swung his other hand up. He grit his teeth as he felt himself rise even further from the ground and he moved his hand upward, trying to gain more rope in order to climb. He heard the shouting behind him become angrier somehow as he climbed, twisting his legs onto the rope finally as the ship gained altitude. After several moments, all he could do was hang on as the ship moved forward and away from the swarming beehive of curses that was coming from the dock. He looked down as the ship left the crumbling remains of the edge of the dock and gulped, watching as his legs dangled over the dark sky below, "What in nine hells have I done?" He asked himself, his face turning pale as he hung onto the rope for dear life.