Mech put his pocket watch back into his pants, knowing that the man in the distance had seen him. Mech chuckled to himself, the poor bloke had no idea he was trying to rescue a pirate, nor should he know.<br/><br/>Just then, without warning, a strong gust of wind blew violently around him. The small sails swelled with air and careened towards the giant ships ever faster. Mech was on a collision course. Without skipping a beat, he hurried along the<span style="font-style: italic">Nachtigall</span>spine to where he was needed. He hooked a safety line to the cleat, fitted his goggles over his face, and began to untie the rigging. A gust hit, and the tiny vessel rolled to starboard. Mech drifted away from the ship's side, dangling over the edge for a moment before the boat righted herself. Hand over hand Mech hauled himself up to the boat's bow. If he didn't close those sails, they would rip straight through. Airborne, nothing frightened him. But the idea of crash-landing into another ship, flames engulfing him, made his stomach churn. The<span style="font-style: italic">Nachtigall</span>was his home, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing her.<br/>Undoing the last knot, Mech strained against the wind to fold up the sails. Out of curiosity, the young pirate made a quick glance over his shoulder. The<span style="font-style: italic">Mjolnir</span>was right upon him.