Darill grinned at the offer. “No, thanks. Got one o’ my own just finished and, well, she’s itchin’ to fly herself, so, I’m afraid I’ll have to politely decline.”
The pirate pouted for a split second, slightly disappointed before returning to her kind grin. “Ye don’t mean an airship right? Why not a sea vessel? No better breeze be than a sea breeze!”
She laughed and shook her head. “A kind enough offer, but the sky’s where I belong. Nothin’ quite as freein’ as an airship. Watch the world go by beneath ya, nothin’ to get in yer way…”