Normally I'd go on with a flowery introduction and all, but I've neither the words nor the titles to impress so I'll get right down to it. My lady calls me Alistair, my mates call me Marlowe, and my adversaries call me Stop-holin'-my-balloon-ya-mad-sod which is a bit of mouthful if you ask me, but there it is. Myself and a crew of skysailors, new to this land but fine and affable folk all, seek hire with a casual group who'd be willing to share comprehension and contrails, camaraderie and cannonfire. For a share of the fuel and a share of the findings, we four would be glad to help you all make the skies a more awesome place.
Cheers and good flying, skysailors!
