(Not open. Thanks.)Sylvia DuMontThe Fortress of Avalon clung to the rock face of the small island like a tick. The monstrosity called Avalon was huge, many laird and vast. The bricks had been dulled by age, making them blend in with the clouds. Far below the top of the pillar like island the surf crashed angrily at the rocks. There was no way onto Avalon by boat. The sheer cliff face that circled the island saw to that. No, the only way was by dirigible. Which made this little adventure so much more interesting. Sylvia lowered her spy glass and snapped it closed. The sections sliding into one another. She had seen enough. Her copper eyes were covered by aviator goggles to protect them from the fierce, bitterly cold wind. Her thick jacket over her clothes failed to do much as it snapped about in the gusts other than keep the edge of the chill off. She tugged the cloth closer as she turned to her Second and handed her the spy glass. Sylvia's breath had no time to appear before it was snatched away. "Keep a watch." It was doubtful they'd be seen in this mess which they had waited a few says for, but it was never good to be sloppy. Sloppy got people killed. Sylvia turned her gaze to the rest of the crew, diligently working. In total there were nine of them, just the right size for The Asher. Though only two of the original crew remained. Some had died, and some had moved on. Sylvia patted Cathy on the shoulder before walking off to where Naida clung to the wheel. The wind pulled the chains dangling from her face and throat. The Princess was stubborn and whenever she didn't have to mingle with crowds and not be seen, she was dressed in her nation's clothes. Adornments included. "The wind is still strong." Nadia had to shout to be heard over the wind. "We have to wait until it changes course again or risk being thrown against the Fortress." Sylvia raised her hand and signed 'OK' so she didn't have to shout. All her crew knew their own little sign language. It helped when in a pinch and didn't want to tell your plan aloud or when running silent. Sylvia moved inside where her team was preparing themselves to break into Avalon. There was XingXing, or Star to people who couldn't pronounce her name properly. It was always the tones that got foreigners. XingXing was the first and last original crew member and had proven her worth over and over to Sylvia. Then there was Saff Hariq, who joined three years ago with his cousin Lohar, the mechanic. At first Slyvia didn't want Saff on board. He was young, brash and male. Never a good combination. But Lohar refused to join without his brother. So Slyiva relented because Lohar was a great mechanic. And Saff? Well, he proved to have his uses after alll. The next member of their little break in team was Mr. Grey, an American. He offended Sylvia's British heritage, but thrilled her Pirate soul. She had made a good decision hiring him to support The Asher. The Yank was handy in a gun battle. And lastly was the newest crew member. Viyette. She was a little younger than Sylvia herself and had seen a lot of violence. The four man team would split up, invade the Fortress and try to locate the object of their desire. A Polish Crown Jewel. Rumoured to be the crown, but unconfirmed. The Jewels had been taken by Germany when they attached Poland back in 1809. It had been nearly sixty years since the jewels had been seen by anyone apart from the looters and thieves. "We need you ready and on board. The Princess says anytime now." Sylvia told the quartet as soon as she closed to door to muffle the wind.