Bandron tipped his hat to the respectably-dressed lady as she approached, straightening out his shoulders and puffing out his chest as he did so, as if such posturing could make The Treader (his skyship) look like something more than what it was, which was a mash up of sails, nuts & bolts, and scavenged spare parts that kept the engine running. ”Top o’ the morning to you, ma’am, and isn’t it a fine morning?” He gave her a hopeful smile that showed he could be trusted (unlike some of the lowlifes in this city), and tried to brush the dirt off of his mid-length brown coat.
“Umm, excuse me, sir-” she began, but was cut off.
“Captain,” he corrected her.
“Uhh, yes, captain,” she continued, as she looked down at her billowing green and black dress. ”Is this your ship?” She pointed to the ugly, patched up skyship.
“It is, m’lady,” said Bandron, with some amount of pride in his voice. ”This here is The Treader, the fastest, most maneuverable, deftest skyship you’ll ever lay your eyes on. She may not look like much, but she’ll outpace the swiftest ship in Stormbeard’s entire pirate fleet, gauranteed. Where can we take you?”
“Oh, I just wanted to do a little sight seeing before the lunch hour is upon us. Maybe just out along the Mississippi River, South a ways, and then turn around and come back to St. Louis. What do you think, Captain?”
Bandron DID think for a moment, as that is the most reliable way for a skyship captain to stay alive and in the air. The Treader was certainly small enough to give tours, though she was big enough that he routinely transported cargo (legal or otherwise). She was recently refueled, so that wouldn’t be an issue. He glanced at the society lady, who, thus far, hadn’t introduced herself. The large lady’s bag that she carried certainly held enough room for a large amount of currency, as well as any number of other unmentionables. Still, she didn’t look like a criminal or con artist, so that was something. In fact, she was pulling out a large amount of money from that bag. So, that was that then.
“Well, come aboard, m’lady, please,” said Bandron. ”We’ll depart in mere minutes. Feel free to stand on the deck, but make sure you’re near a hand rail or you’re tethered in. The skies can be a bit windy during take off. Has to do with the engines. Hard to explain. All very technical, you see.” The lady, who, now that you mention it, was rather young and pretty, smiled at Bandron, and made her way onto the deck. Together, the unlikely pair took to the skies, he with his skyship of stolen parts, she with her hidden badge and high-velocity revolving pistol.