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Yes, that's right. The S. S. Speratus the suppossed fastest airship of all time.

The air of the tavern was musty from the alcohol on the previous drinkers' breathes. Bussiness was slow and only a few drunks remained. The Bartender washed glasses with a careful eye to the couple in cloaks in the back talking with an old man. At the back of a single cloak drooped something odd.

"Aye, that I do." The old man belched, foam drizzled down his grey beard. The old man's clothe's were obviously worn; the man's faded grey shirt was missing a button from which grey hair sprang, his gloves and jacket were only slightly tattered, a green circle with a lightning bolt could be clearly seen on the back of his jacket, as well as the name Fulgar Greys printed above the circle, the man wore a grey bandana with miniature light bolts speckling it.

A green and yellow parrot landed on the old man's shoulder. "Dam' birds'!" with that he grabbed the parrot and threw against the wall, it landing with a sqwak and then a thud. "What bussiness do you have with my ship?" The cloak figure spoke, "Well if it's as fast as the stories claim, I would like to hire you to take me where I need to go." The old man cautiously raised and eye before chugging the remainder of his mug. "And where might that be?" The cloaked figure reached to his side, causing the old man to reach for his pistol opposite of his cutlass. With a chling two bags of gold bounced onto the table. "There will be more, but for the time being I suggest we discuss these matters on your ship.