Arres stared quizzically down at the little book upon her oak desk, her hazel eyes squinting as though she could see the meaning of the riddles and their black and white state. Sighing she gave up and leaned back, her father had gone crazy in those Labs in Acirema, and now he was no where to be found…The search for her father had been a difficult one, he wanted her to find the source, but she was unclear on what it’s power was, she knew he had called it the Aternus Eternus, which she knew meant “Forever, Eternal,” and that it could be dangerous. Acirema wanted this thing bad enough it had sent the Steele Maiden out in search for it aswell…Which was a big problem for the Captain of the Lady Adamo Skies. The Pawns had been on their tail constantly, and she had to shift course so many times to lose them it wasn’t funny.<br/><br/>Rubbing her temples she cast a glare once more down at the journal, this riddle was rather puzzling to her, and she found it hard to look into when her mind was to worried about their location. Standing she turned and looked out her port window at the small town in which they had docked to hide and replenish supplies and ammo. The soft rock of the haul made her close her eyes as she crossed her arms carefully across her supple chest. Arres watched as the dock hands of Mercile beneath her home city of Breskil worked pulling in nets from the small fishing boats, it appeared they had a good day today as the nets were bountiful with fat Cod.  Her eyes caught sight of one of the men who happened to look up at the window, meeting her gaze and smile as he worked the nets free of tangles. Her lips gave a slight twitch as she recognized her dear friend Fareth and gave a soft wave.<br/><br/>Fareth was her informant for all of the Breskil floating towns, infact she had informants in all of the areas, all 7 infact...She had known the man since she was 7 years old, and he had taken care of her numerous times while her father was working hard at his studies in the City of Breskil. The man had once been a High Official, the Mayor of Breskil’s right hand man in fact and then, when her father had gone missing, Breskil had apparently banned Fareth for treason. She had found him on one of her replenishing exploits, and he had been happy to be her informant.<br/><br/>Now, there she was reminiscing and brooding when she should be more concerned about that damned riddle. She bit her lip and finally slapped the journal shut, walking outside into the sharp chilling, icy winds of the Baska docks. Scanning the Sail case she inspected the box to insure that no chilling winds could leak through and nodded in approval. When the Lady Adamo Skies docked, she would deflate the blimp like balloon used to float in the air, and carfully store it away in the Dock Box ( is what she liked to call it). This insured no weather damage to the Sail, and also made it easier to hide, flags were taken down upon docking along with banners, and any insignia the crew wore, colors or otherwise relating them to the Lady Adamo Skies and association were to never be worn within the docking period to ensure that they could deny relations with the Pirate if ever captured. Arres never wanted any of her crew to fall into a hold such as torture or any of the sort for her sake, which is why she took so much precaution for their safety when docking.<br/><br/>Baska seemed to be in full swing as she huddled deeper into her leather and wool lined trench coat, her hands encased in similar material and her captains hat replaced by an ear flapped wool lined top hat, which she thought looked ridiculous, but had accepted it from Fareth as a gift. Her flight goggles sat atop the hats brim and her boots softly went from the dull thud of wood, to the soft scrunch of stone and sand and snow. It was this feature she enjoyed most about the floating ocean towns, the smell of fresh salt air, and their capability to haul up earth from the depths to make crops and grow living things…Where as in the floating Cities…They would make companies to come down and trade with these towns for the same luxury.<br/><br/>Taking in a deep breathe she didn’t stray far from the Lady Adamo Skies, and instead leaned against the dock post keeping her eyes out for the return of her crew from their buying. She couldn’t remember who had gone and who had stayed, that never mattered. Most of the crew had come with her for adventure, or to get away, which was fine, they were loyal, and she worked hard to keep their loyalty, and keep them happy. So if they wished to dock to buy little trinkets from towns they had never visited, then so be it, but they also had their duties to help restock the ship as well….