"We're losing too much speed !", screams a little boy to his fellow engineer, vainly hoping someone aboard could miraculously attempt to maintain the height and save the crew. But as the airship's captain is walking by the bridge he can barely hear anything outside of his head ; his mind has long been looping times and times again onto the exact same promise, "I have to stay alive long enough to deliver the package to my wife, only her can save us".
He swiftly recalls her hands slipping away from his, as the grey in her cold eyes tarnished a little more so she could avoid showing her sadness and remorse, or so he thought at the time.
A sudden turbulence fierce the ship and the captain barely grasp the edge of the bridge, stopping him from drifting through his memories as the tumult of the storm comes right back into his ears and the rapidly approaching sight of an unknown land shivers his spine.