Jonathan stopped constructing his metal staircase, which had reached about halfways to the edge of the bridge,  signaled his companion to also stop. The reason was a voice that came from the Airship. He turned his head to see that the voice belonged to a tall, war-tested man, with a determined look on his face and a pair of metal warriors armed with crossbows around him; he was a sure that this man was the commander of the ship as that the sun rose this morning.
"My greetings to you too, Commander. This humble servant of Karina that stands before you -and below you, to be exact- has indeed tested his luck with the storm multiple times -acquiring not only the abundant resources of the area, but also the knowledge the Storm hands out freely to the few who search for them. And yet, I abandoned many years of research on the sight of a ship determined enough to ride through the waves of pure, untameable,unforgiving power the Scar consists of. I, Jonathan Silvas, Weaver-rank Mechanist, son of Stewart and Margaret, am ready to follow you on your journey aboard this ship- and help in its much needed repairs to its original shape - by the moment you offer me the permission to get on board. And of course, by the moment I get convinced for the righteousness of your journey. "