>"Right... Later."
>Stand back and shut up.
>You stand back and leave the situation in the crew's (hopefully) capable hands. The Blue Maiden continues to close on the cluster of islets and scattered rocks ahead, moving at a faster clip than earlier today. Both Murasa and Neu's faces are grimly focused; the latter in particular has a bleak aspect to her expression that wasn't visible even at the height of last night's storm. Her captain, on the other hand, looks more pissed than worried. You're not sure whether you should find this reassuring or not.
>Floating hunks of rock start to drift by, some uncomfortably close to the ship given that many are as large as the wheelhouse itself. You stare at one as it passes near, its uneven surface sweeping down into jagged crags of gray and red stone. Small tufts of grass cling to others, and one is nearly split in half by thick and twisted roots as a lone withered tree stubbornly claws life from it.
>The ship's course becomes less even as you move further off the main aether currents, tilting a little to one side and then the other. Neu pulls out a second chart from a cabinet beneath the table and spreads it on top of the first, shifting back and forth between them as she reads out more navigational information in increasingly opaque jargon. Every now and again, Miyuki shouts back reports on the ship chasing you. Each time, it is closer than the last. Neither Neu nor Murasa seem surprised or dispirited by this, but continue their deliberate course into the increasingly rocky sky.
>You soon draw near to the first islet worthy of being called such, a stout disc-shaped rock about five times the Maiden's size, carpeted in coarse grasses. The pirate ship has closed enough to resolve some details with your naked eye now; its slender profile combined with the swept stabilizing fins along the sides, typical of Tengu vessels, give it the look of a distant bird of prey. You think it is smaller than the Maiden, though it's hard to judge at this distance. A small consolation is that its rate of approach seems to have slowed and it's now tailing almost directly from the rear, rather than at the wide angle it was earlier. Then, as you begin to round the islet, Miyuki calls out joyous confirmation of what you'd just been starting to suspect.
>"They're falling behind!"