[color=f7976a][b]Robert James Morgan[/b][/color]
[b]Fornacis' Deck[/b][hr]

The heavy thump of his boots upon the wooden deck, the fresh breeze coursing through his hair, the uneven footing as the ship yaws slightly in the wind. The wind seemed to chill his bones, the deck sometimes seemed to be nonexistent, falling far far below him, and the very ship seemed like it was about to throw him off.

But this, he welcomed these feelings, for the skies was where he belonged.

To be grounded was a far worse feeling than this. But for his luck to turn suddenly, to have the opportunity to make a name for himself again... His fortune had not run out yet. 

Robert had once thought he'd make a name for himself on that military skyship long ago, but it was naught but a dream so long as he was doing but only the most menial of tasks, patrolling the skies with barely anything to do. After being discharged, the whaling boats were more exciting, the sheer thrill of the hunt, the danger that surrounded such a job that threw them head to head with a monstrous creature. And now, now he would have to see.

Would fame and fortune await, or will that take a bit more coaxing to do?