The sound of feet striking the cobbled stones of the streets were rapid but no one on the docks seemed to give a damn. Rucks was late, "I'll never make it!" he exclaimed "My chance! The fakes I could have made! I'll have nothing to do if I miss that damned airship!" He lengthened his strides from short to long, bounding like a wild animal towards the airship in question before he saw a most terrible sight. It began to plummet. He came to a speedy halt at the docks edge, before the vast expanse of the sky. It was like an ocean, only you couldn't float. Maybe that was a good thing? If he wouldn't float Rucks would be sure to hit the airship. Time grew short and he moved back and forth on his feet, shifting his weight from his toes to his heels, considering it for too long would make this a lost cause, he would have traveled all this way for nothing!

Then, he began to sprint away, one two three... five six seven... nine ten eleven! That was all the space he would need, eleven full length strides. If he screwed this up - well, he hoped that the sky would become a little more like an ocean of water if that happened. Rucks bit his lip in uncertainty, then he slapped himself lightly across the face, "Focus, no time for dillydallying! Just get to that ship!" he told himself as he began his run up, he grasped his hat and just as he reached the edge of the dock he stumbled. What would have been a most majestic entry ended up being Rucks tumbling onto that damned skyships deck, hopefully the injuries weren't too severe.