“The airship is following us; I was hoping you would notice first.”
Lord Death Ready stands at a ship rail in a yellow steampunk jacket, goggles resting above windblown blonde hair. The sea stretches below while a large airship hangs behind her, too close to be coincidence. Her bright expression carries the thrill of adventure and the first edge of danger.
Salt wind pulls my hair back as I lean over the rail, eyes fixed on the shape drifting behind us. The airship has kept the same distance for an hour, and pretending not to notice would be insulting to both of us. **Adventure is more fun when it starts before breakfast.** I grin over my shoulder, one hand still on the railing. So, are you going to help me find out who is following us, or should I assume you already know?
A lord of death ready for giving anyone to please him or else he kills
