The Void, 311th Day. Olic Haversham, Changing of the Watch.

The new crew is hard at work, the old back into the swing, and there is a general ease to the travelling thus far. The new sails provide a far smoother ride even in the blustery winds outside of Bridgeways, which disappeared into the Glow behind you not 3 days ago. The windstream you’ve selected for this leg of the journey appears well travelled; you’ve seen a half dozen vessels today. The crowd isn’t as concerning as most chance encounters, because there are enough to keep all but the most brazen pirates at bay. Most appear to be merchantmen, but you were passed by the Gruesome Twosome, Daring Penelope’s famed catamaran frigate, about six hours ago.

Roland has been scouting the food using his skysail and its bringing in a good catch. Pierre claims all is well with the little eggs, 2 of which hatched yesterday. He named them Dan and Lola. He doesn’t seem concerned at this development, saying you’ll have plenty of time to get to Shadowhaven before they become too large, and is feeding them bits of fungus. Medicus has been surprisingly sober, trying to set a good example for the new crew. Taz is always trimming and retrimming the sails, trying to squeeze just a bit more out of them.

Roland is returning from one of his many trips. He settles his skysail on the foredeck, and descends the ladder to join the crew. “Oy, we got a live one, we do!” He trots over excitedly. “Fog sharks, 2 of them, about half an hour ahead of us, maybe less. They’re following the ‘stream just like us it seems. Bigg’uns, prolly 30, 35 footers.”

His enthusiasm is met by looks of concerned from Taz and horror from Medicus and Pierre.

The Olic Haversham, Windsilk Sloop. Bridgeways, Lady’s District. Dawn, 308th Day.

The crew made it back relatively early after having spent the night in various locales. Blendin was the only shareholder who spent the night aboard the vessel, the others having taken in the various pleasures available at the new Inn: the mundane (fresh sheets and soft beds), the expensive (‘room service’ and ‘bedwarmers’), and the unique (independent and flexible elven women).

307th Day, 1030 hours, The Pale Wind Inn, Bridgeways

Henry Howard saunters over to Tooly and the captain. His suit is a striped affair, close cropped and unusual for Bridgeways, particularly now that the wind is up.

“Gentlemen, welcome to the Pale Wind! Name’s Hank Howard, this here is my establishment. Drink?” He claps his hands, which surprisingly are heard over the general hubbub by a dainty young lady wearing only a smile while carrying a tray of beverages in stoneware. The real surprise is not the unclothed woman, but the drinks themselves: a small sliver of ice is present in each cup - incredible opulence anywhere, and the first time you’ve seen it this far down in the Skies. He hands you each a drink, dismisses the young lady with a swat on the behind, and continues “Now, as observers, I’ll ask that you keep sportsmanship in mind and ‘advice’ to your favorites in the game to yourself. I won’t have my tournament sullied with cheating.”

Clovis and Gardner stand on a small balcony overlooking the casino floor. In total, there are a dozen or so tables, each seating 8 men playing games of cards. Xisco, or Dragan as he is calling himself the last few days, assured you the game would go well into the night (unless he were to loose, which seemed unfathomable to him), but seeing as the drinks are free, the lasses comely, the wildling still on his errand and the Olic undergoing repairs for new sails, you decided to join him at the opening of the Inn.