On the [Black Rose], high atop the observation deck, Ryan stood poised against the whipping wind. His keen eyes surveyed the horizon before he gave a firm nod, signaling his approval of their course. With the agility of a cat, he leaped from the mast, landing deftly beside the wide-eyed observer.
"Maintain our heading in this direction," Ryan commanded, his voice cutting through the sea breeze.
"Y-yes, Lord Ryan," stammered the observer, his nerves jangling as he watched Ryan's effortless descent from several meters up. It was a feat that would make anyone's heart race, a display of physical prowess beyond the ken of ordinary men.