Thunder was rumbling and the winds were moaning. At dusk, the biggest snowstorm came to Hyoite. Villagers and merchants took shelter inside houses and inns. But one man was still out... or at least one very small man.
Warren stared at the clouds, on verge of insanity. No storm he ever saw looked that powerful before. "... A maelstrom!" he whispered, his eyes shaking under his immense excitation.
Running through the village, tripping and falling in the snow, he jumped about his flying caravel, The Cloud Chaser IV. Tonight was THE night, the night were his whole life would be tested; the night where his theories would become true.
The Cloud Chaser IV was a magnificent caravel, its sails replaced by a hot air balloon. The crest of his family was printed on the balloon, lightning coming out of a cloud.