Joe nodded, pretending that he had heard exactly what the Captin had said. Judging by the way everyone else's lips were moving, and the fact that everyone was battle ready, seemed to indicate that they were about to preform a raid.
Hmmm. But what were they getting today? Oh, Maggie had her sword out, it must be another ship. He grabbed onto the side of the deck, just as she shot off and began skipping across the clouds looking like a deranged injured bird. The ship groaned from the kick back, and an an engine choked, and died.
Joe rushed over and grabbed onto the scalding steel, muttering words of encouragement and repeatedly reassuring Mr Enjine, first name Enji, that everything would be okay.
The captin appeared to be panicking and waving at him. It was always harder to tell what he was saying compared to the others because you couldn't see his face. But he looked worried. If metal men can look worried that is.
Oh, they appeared to be plumeting downwards. Well, guess Enji needs some help. Joe checked his back pocket. Then his other back pocket. Then he began the search through the other other back pockets.
Ah ha! Gunpowder whiskey. Good to get engines back up again. He poured it happily into Enji's mouth, and watched as a lot of things set on fire.
But they were now shooting upwards into the air, so he guessed the Captin would be happy with his progress.
And then they stopped. Happliy just above cloud level where another ship was waiting for them. Oh it was a lovely thing, barely any holes in it. Better than this lump of crap. It seemed to be flying upside down though.
Oh, Maggie was on the roof, or belly or whatever of the the other ship. She was grinning like a banshie next to a lot of tied up naked men.
Her mouth moved slightly and Joe could just about make some thing out.
"Brand new ship!"
Oh- so that's what was going on.
No one ever told him anything.