Looks like we're ready to head out, but you owe me a story about what Squallers are when we make camp again. As a sky pirate, I'm entitled. [ He says it with a grin and a wink, mounting his hovercraft with all the finesse of a cowboy trick rider. He still isn't used to doing all the steering, and he'll be sore tomorrow, but it's good to be in the skies -- even if they are currently about three feet off the ground. ]