Neriena Wordsmith X

The dirigible showed its age, Neriena was forced to admit it. It had been one of the first and that meant that there had been some changes made to the newer ones that everyone told her were amazing. Not only was it getting worn out and outdated but it also showed signs of their hard use. There were still parts of the ship that had bullet holes and some rips in upholstery that had been clearly and obviously created with a knife. In a few spots on the floor there were blood stains that wouldn't come out no matter how hard anyone scrubbed. Neriena had the money to fix all of this of course, or when it got down to it to just buy another dirigible, but she didn't. No one on the crew would have asked her to either. They days as pirates might have been over with but that didn't mean that weren't still extremely attached and sentimental about their old ship.

Neriena and her remaining crew spent all of a year on land, leading their respectable lives. They went to respectable parties, they donated money to respectable causes, and grew, above all else, extremely bored. They were all travelers to the bone, a sailor rarely stayed in one place for long, and while they had sworn that they weren't going to break the law again, they longed to be on the move. Neriena in particular suffered from this, she had never been part of the cream of society before, except the cream of the underworld, and the life that she had always dreamed about turned out to be stifling when suffered for a long period of time. It didn't help her opinion of life in the well to do world to see the way that she was treated by everyone when it was found that she didn't have a husband and managed all of her own affairs. She was treated like a child, and a rather foolish one at that. Every time she heard someone say something about how women knew nothing of business she committed murder in her mind, with very realistic visuals from personal experience. Blaze helped some because he knew when she was cracking and about to do something stupid and usually he would pull her away from the situation or just stand there as a reminder.

Nonetheless by the end of the year Neriena and the rest of her crew were ready for a change again. There was new business to be had, respectable business, that would keep them busy and on the move. The revolution of travel had completely moved transportation to air and they had a working dirigible that they could use. Neriena kept the house to give her that air of respectability that officials loved, and took to the air once more. This time their ship was properly licensed, with all of the needed papers intact for transport of both passengers and goods. Of course on the paperwork Blaze was the captain and she was simply the owner, because it would have made it more difficult otherwise, but not a single person on the crew would have dared to mention this fact.

The former group of pirates set up in the port of a large city, the ports having been taken over by air travel. No one ever traveled by sea anymore except for for novelty. Their ship was battered and none of them needed the money but it was a good screen of respectability and so they did take passengers on their ship and the crew slept in their proper place on the dirigible. Their rates were cheap because they didn't need them and the passengers they got were the ones who couldn't afford luxury and weren't frightened off by the look of villainy of the crew. Neriena's love for the ocean and the crew's origin as sailors was reflected in the nature of the jobs they took, they were often drifting in the air over the sea, happier then ever.