The sky was light blue in the sunshine of a peaceful day. A ways below the ship, a sea of clouds and fog flew past them. The tendrals of perpetual fog constantly flowed beneath them. It was no problem for The Drachenkin, the best (and only) airship in the world. The fog would not claim them, as it had many others. It gave the Weavile Captain at the helm a sense of calm. "Captain, you're needed below deck!" A Meowth called to the Weavile.

The Weavile was pulled out of daydreams of the sky by the cat's words. "Thank you, Max!" She called back. The Meowth came up to the deck to take over the Weavile's position while she went below deck. On the way down, she happened to pass by two of the ship's workers. Magdalene and Ciro were their names, a Sunflora and a Snowver respectively. They greeted her and told her that she was wanted in the engine room.

That was strange, the Weavile thought. She wasn't needed in there very often. Liesel usually only called her down there when there was trouble with...

The weasel Pokemon immediately raced to the engine room and threw the door open, only to be greeted by a cloud of smoke. "What's going on in here?" the Weavile exclaimed.

The first response she got was repeated coughing. Finally the Ampharos running the engine room spoke. "C-captain! We have a problem! We've been running her too long!"

"That can't be right." She replied. "This has thus far been one of our shortest trips. We're almost to our destination, in fact."

"We'd better be, cause this thing won't fly much longer. We need to replace her once we get into town, money or no." Liesel demanded. With her concern built up, the Weavile turned to leave before Liesel added "I told you we needed to be more careful with this thing. I understand we need to make a living but this ship is the first of its kind. There's no telling how easily we can push it to its limit."

"OK, ok. I get it!" Weavile said, putting her claws up defensively. "I know this thing is a flying scrap pile on a wooden boat but it's still our revenue. We'll land in the next town and sort this out, alright?" With that being said, the Weavile turned and left the room.

The legendary Drachenkin was one of a kind, in more ways than one. Not only was it the most fiersome pirate ship in the world, but it was the one and only ship in the world that could fly. It was originally built by wealthy investors in a secluded town under the fog as a means to try flying as a better way to establish trade. The whole world was covered in a perpetual fog, but certain mysterious magics allowed some places to be free of the fog, acting as places of respite in a forsaken world. The airship would have been an enormous advance in travel between these sanctoms, but Nightshade and her crew were more than easily able to steal it from under the investors' noses and give it a much "better" purpose.

But every ship had its flaws, and the Drachenkin had many. The flying system was very much a prototype and broke down fairly easily. It was reliable when properly maintained but the cost of mantinence was hard to bare with. Many of the repair parts had to be reverse-engineered base on what was already in the ship when it had been stolen. The time and effort invested into this ship almost made it unprofitable, but they found ways to make ends meet.

Upon returning to the helm, the captain was greeted by Max. "Here's the wheel back, Nightshade." He said.

"Thank you." She said as she took back the wheel and resumed steering. "We need to land as soon as possible. Go and grab a map of the region and find us a lake to land in." She ordered. Max saluted and raced below deck as instructed.

Nightshade felt a bit nervous now that she knew they were in a rush. Although the ship had a reasonably high top speed, it wasn't meant to be rushed. It took a long time for the ship to come to top speed and just as long to slow it down to a halt. Then again, The Drachenkin wasn't necessarily meant for piracy either and they had managed to repurpose it for that rather effectively. It was interesting to note that the modifications the ship had recieved for its new purpose, namely metal plates to protect the underbelly, wings, roters, and balloons which kept the ship afloat, had made the ship much heavier and more cumbersome but much more powerful. The plates on the underbelly extended up to the bow and met with the bowsprit at the front, where a Lugia figurehead was fixed. It was the ship's namesake, for it flew like the draconic guardian of the sea.

The ship suddenly shook under her feet. The roters which kept the ship afloat stopped spinning, as did the rear rotors which kept the ship going at full speed. This was bad! The ship couldn't keep afloat on balloon power alone! Moments later, a voice spoke through the communication pipes which ran through the whole ship. "The engine is down! Repeat, engine is down! All hands take crash preparations!"

The deck was suddenly a hub of activity! The flying mounts that inhabited the ship, seven in total, took to the air and flew around the ship, keeping close to it so they wouldn't be lost in the sky. All of the non-flying crew members rushed up to the mast and grabbed a rope. Each one of them tied their waists to a rope tied to a knob at the base of the mast. This acted as a lifeline in the event that somebody would slip overboard during the ship's descent. None of that mattered to Nightshade at the moment. Her job was to stear the ship in the right direction. It was lucky that they had already been moving at its top speed, or else the ship would never be able to have any sort of managable landing.

Max rushed up to the helm with two ropes in hand and a map in the other. First, he tied the ropes to the railing behind Nightshade and then tied one of the ropes to his waist and the other to Nightshade's waste. Then he opened up the map and pointed out a lake in the next town, Andalusst. "If we keep going in this direction we should land in the Andalusst sancuary." Max explained as he grabbed hold of the railing. Nightshade noddd and focused on flying.

The ship started to descend. The balloons were important to the ship in terms of boyancy in the sky, but now they could only slow down their plummet as the ship lost altitude. The sea of fog below them slowly came towards them and before long they submerged into it. The whole ship quaked as it flew through the thick clouds. Several of the rotors broke off without warning. The fog was thick enough to legitimately damage their ship! The central mast shook back and forth as it took the brunt of the wind damage. The crow's nest snapped off the mast and fell down, striking the quarter deck. The whole crew panicked. Max in particular started to fear for his life. "We're gonna die! We're gonna die! We're not going to live!" Max exclaimed, grabbing onto Nightshade's waste.

The Weavile cursed and kicked him off. "Would you shut up?! We are not going to die!" Nightshade yelled. They broke through the wall of fog into clear airspace. The ship had entered Andalusst. In the distance, Nightshade could see that a small city was directly in their path. She threw the wheel to the right in panic, turning the ailerons of the ship's wings to direct them away from the town. The ship started to reach the ground. The rear flap snapped off as the ship made contact, and moments later the hull grinded against the earth. The entire ship rumbled like an earthquake, sending the crew off their feet and Nightshade into the steering wheel. She couldn't process the next few moments as the Drachenkin skidded to a halt a few hundred feet from a lake.