*Zill limps past the Saloon, nodding to Yiski and Qwerty. No words are said. His mask was back on, blackened by the explosion much like his uniform. He didnt sleep last night. The thoughts of the past events were like a splinter in his mind, as well as lungs. He made his way to the docks.
The outer fencing was mostly intact, but beyond that was carnage enlightened by the sunrise. A black stain reaching out from his docks seemed to touch everything. His Then It Caught Fire had seen better days. The three engines were exploded, and the main engine support had completely sheared off. Still, nothing time wouldnt fix, and experimentation wouldnt improve.
Zill's Goldfish was legendary. His skill was always best at the helm, and that boat was like a extention of his prowess. With its modified gun mounts, able to swap guns in hours instead of days, its armament was limitless. To watch it enter the Fray was like poetry. Anything from Squids to Galleons fell before its massive guns, only dwarfed in size by its majestic fins. Crew was never in short supply. Early on, the target was mostly raiders. A few opportune strikes got Zill some attention, especially from The Guild. Realizing this, He joined with Anvala, and the Council, for better or worse. He never asked to be Admiral, but his skill in piloting and leading a fleet was second to none. After Yiski joined his crew, the duo was nigh unstoppable. Lately the highly stagnant Council has been sending Zill on suicide missions. As the years go by, he expects nothing less anymore. He knows the job will still get done, on his own time, and never the way the Council wants it.
A small crowd of men stand at Zill's back. Loyal dockworkers from the warehouse fight had slowly followed him in. His natural draw leading people to accomplish what was once thought impossible was a staple of his persona. He says a few words, and orders the dock rebuilt.*
By the Skies we fly this day. Off into the Sunset to give chase. May the Winds stay at our back. Our Dusty Mistress be appeased. Our Mugs ever full. Onwards ye' Dogs, Into the Fray.
