Hamerlin had been taking a chance to eat some food as they were unable to miss their target right now, it had been seen from afar so he took the chance to eat a quick meal. The food was not the best but it was filling and was better than many rations at least for now. The Favain officer was glancing out the large windows of the dining area when he saw that the busy horizon he expected, smoke and signs of life were not present… surely this far they had not already captured or fled?

He moved quickly to the bridge once he had eaten His fill and downed what was left of his coffee, you never knew when you would get the next one. 

He arrived at the bridge to see everyone looking forward, an ominous situation, no smoke, no movement and no one had even seemed to react to the arrival of the large airship. No one had even seemed to challenge the approach?

He listened to the talk going on and ground landing… he knew little of airships but that sounded a bad idea. Look how hard just casting off from the city had been. Or how close. “If you do not mind, I'll help. If we really go after Gold…it's heavy, real heavy. Anyone else got experience in working with hundreds of pound shells? Plus we need to load, maybe ammo, rations, and whatever else we can find.” 

He knew ships, supplies where the life blood, fuel, food, anything they found be of value. Logistics and moving heavy things in too tight spaces was one thing he was least good at and could use to the betterment of the crew. 

"We have limited supply, unsure if and when we get official support, if we see anything on our way, we can use, we take and make use." He said, they had to find ways, and that meant taking what they needed, when they saw it.