Some days, the sheer amount of enemies we attracted made me question if maybe our crew was a little too trigger happy. That maybe we’d pissed in too many pots without thinking of the consequences. But then I remembered most folks couldn’t hold to a basic code of honor if it killed them. And kill them we did. Repeatedly.

I lifted a brow. “You’re not going to try to blow up our ship, are you?

All right boys, let’s sail away! Show those bastards how airship pirates fly a ship!

What I wouldn’t give for a little old smuggling job.