Marek turned around, facing the captain and his mouth opened to say something.  His face was full of some emotion that Doxi was having trouble reading.  Was it love, gratitude, shock, lust, maybe it was all of those.  But whatever words he was about to utter froze in his throat.  His gaze left Doxi's face and was drawn over her shoulder to the south east.  Suddenly the emotion on his face was very easy to read, fear.  Marek's hand dropped to his hip and he pulled from his belt a small spyglass.  Snapping it out he lifted it.  Doxi set her foot back on the floor board of the crows nest and slid around the mast so she could look in the direction Marek was looking.<br/><br/>The Virtuous Maiden was flying west.  While it was late enough in the day that they weren't flying directly into the sun, it was still ahead of them, so the dot coming at them from the south west was well lit and easy to see.  Doxi's mind almost did not want to recognize what it was that she was seeing, didn't want to accept the impossibility of the situation.  Marek handed her the spy glass and with a small amount of trepidation Doxi raised it to her eye.  The image jumped forwards in her head and there was no denying it.  Never in her life had she ever seen one but there was absolutely no mistaking what she was looking at.  There was also no mistaking that it was headed directly towards the Virtuous Maiden, and it didn't look happy.<br/><br/>Behind her Marek was yelling into the speaking tube, "BATTLE STATIONS BATTLE STATIONS !!!  We have a dragon coming in from the south west!  BATTLE STATIONS!"<br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e220/besrikarie/dnd/dragoninspyglass.jpg)