Learn the basics of your ship.

Mole explains that the ship is considered of frigate class, with three masts, and two floors before the hull. On the main deck, there's a hatch in the center leading straight down every level to the bottom. Though they're still a bit busted up right now, there are also two flights of stairs, one towards the front and one at the back next to the captain's quarters. Above the latter is where the helm is located, near the farthest mast. If there once was a figurehead, it's long gone now, though that only leaves it open for one of your own once the ship is safety back at Castle Phoenix.

The second deck is majorly for the crew. It has the back cabin, an opened area for eating and relaxation, as well as the galley near the front. Beneath all of that, in the next level, there is a number of storage rooms, though it's mostly where the cannons and supplies for such are located, with a sick bay at the very tip. Then finally, the hull is where everything would be kept, from extra food to crates of all manner of things a ship would need or find, though it's also the most broken up of all the floors.

It's easiest to call the main deck the first floor, the lower deck the second floor, the next lower deck the third floor, and then the hull the fourth floor.

The third floor is where Mole takes you, towards the very back of the ship. That's where the magical engine is located. The mechanism that snakes out and around to the sides of the vessel all stem back to this very place, and you can see it whirring with vibrant cyan.

"Well, you'll run into some problems in the future, though it sounds like you have good people back home," Mole explains. "The first is fuel. There's a decent amount left, but you're going to have to either somehow procure the same crystalline powder they've got back in the land that actually has airships, or you'll have to configure this to run on something else. Secondly, this was an admittedly rushed job, so I wouldn't recommend flying it for more than a few days. From what it sounds like though, you'll probably get home in one."

"This part's beyond me," Tom admits.

Eva peers in close, and then closer, until she nears her hand to a piece of metal snaking out towards the wall. "It's warm, but not hot," she comments to herself before touching her fingers carefully to it. "I can feel the flow of mana. This is incredible."

Meanwhile, Mole mounts the size of the engine, having to climb and straddle what looks like a large pipe to do so. She wiggles about until she can touch her hand upon some dials near the top. "You won't need to know too much about this stuff to get back to where you're going, but just twist this one here if it gets too hot, and this one if it isn't hot enough. Uh, you'll figure..."

"... We'll figure it out?" mutters Tom in an attempt to finish her thought.

"Y-Yeah," Mole whispers. She readjusts herself upon the pipe and clears her throat. "So yes, if it's t-too hot... Ooh." Her nostrils flare. She peeks an eye back at you for but a moment before glancing away again, though you know blushing cheeks when you see them. As she squeezes the mechanism between her legs, you can tell it's vibrating. She bends over further, leaning even closer towards the machine, until her loose top is hanging enough to teach her tits from a backwards downblouse.

An upblouse?

She shifts her ass left and right and attempts to continue, but merely repeats herself again. "Y-Yeah. Left one, for when it's too hot. Do you need to hear that again?"

"Maybe a few more times, just to be sure," you reply.

"Right... G-Good idea." She swallows hard, and then quickly grasps the edge of the main engine. "Ooh!" Then she suddenly hops back off, stumbling to the side. Quickly, in a futile attempt to save face, she straightens out her clothing and begins to fan down her face.

"You're a good teacher," Tom comments.

"Honestly, I kinda wanna try out what you were teaching," Eva says.

"Let's head back to the deck!" Mole shouts, perhaps a little more loudly than she meant. "I only wanted to give you a quick view of this room. What's important is how to steer. C'mon, helmsmen-in-training. We shouldn't take much longer."

You follow her back up the ladder. First her, then Eva, you're next, and Tom takes up the rear. Once on the main deck, she leads you up the steps, over the roof of the captain's quarters, to where the helm is located, just behind the farthest back sails.

It looks like a normal wheel at first, but you notice a couple levers on the side that seems to have been recently fixed. Behind it, there are a few more. She grabs the wheel itself, and gestures a hand up and down the entire setup while she ponders on the right words to use. "Right. Let's go with what matters most first. If you've steered a ship before, about half of it is the same. These models of airship are actually pretty user friendly. I mean, when it comes to flying boats." She then proceeds to explain, to the best of her ability, which combination of levers to pull or push or turn to allow the ship to gain or lose altitude, as well as to turn among other things. It sounds a little confusing, though you feel as if you could at least sail the thing to where it needs to go.

What you can't help but consider, however, is what happens once you're there. "So like, how would it land without water?"

She holds up two fingers. "The main way is an airship dock, though I imagine you don't have that. Second would be a mechanism that this vessel seems to no longer have. It probably broke, but it feels like that was some time ago. One that lets it land on solid ground. So what I would do is either land it in water somewhere and go from there, or have your people construct a sort of mountain rail and carefully lower it down on that, like the sort of setup you'd have to construct or repair a regular ship."

Tom clutches the wheel between both his hands. "I actually think I kinda get it."

Coming up from behind, Vodrani places an affirming hand upon his shoulder and smiles. "I believe in you, sweetie."

He chuckles. "Thanks, honey. But now that I think about it, steering something like this sounds like a huge responsibility. Maybe someone more qualified should take the helm."

"You're more talented than you think. You just need some sort of motivation."

"I don't know. Maybe."

She ponders for a moment. Then she stares him blankly in the eyes. "Hmm. How about... if you can get us home safely, I'll sit on your face?"

Thomas' pupils dilate as his attention focuses on the path ahead. The wood of the wheel creaks within his mighty grasp. "I'm on it."