Blythe blinks for a moment as he lingers at the wheel of the beautiful metallic airship. He has a distinctly funny feeling--as if he's been away from the proud and noble Liege vessel for some time and is only now returning.<br/><br/>But that is ridiculous, because the stocky dark-haired man knows he is piloting right now--if he'd been gone, the ship would have collapsed. He puts it down to one of those pesky time warps that sometimes happens. Strange things happened to the Liegeboat all the time--this is no weirder than the Flying Baby Tapir incident (they were still struggling to get rid of some of the fluffier tapirs even now!).<br/><br/>He calls out to anyone within hearing from the wheel of the ship, looking at all the dials and knobs, operating everything around it smoothly as soft bouts of steam puffed nearby from pipes that led to the boiler room, "Hello! Are we still raiding? If we're not, can we collect our pirate brethren and sail out?"