There where screams and flames everywhere, and people ran around in panic.

Some people took the fast way down to the bottom of the world, a more adventurous end then the flams.

Josho ran past them all, as he had decided that he would not die as a slave. A grunt of the peacekeeper slaves took a step in front of him to block his path.

Bob, of course, that buffoon would take this chance to get his revenge before they all die.

A few days ago, Josho had put some extra spices in Bob's dinner, not for the taste. It had ended with Bob being stomach sick for two whole days.

And when there is only one toilet for 40 slaves, some of the older ones did not like the time Bob took for himself in there.

"You have nowhere to run now, maggot face," Bob told him and gave him a grin.

Josho just hit the bigger boy square in the face and kept running.

He had to get to the stern to get the ship to crash on one of the floating islands. His small stature and the fact that he was raised in the skies gave him the upper hand as he zipped through the other slaves.

As he reached the stern, his heart sank, the former captain of imperial mining ship 1872, had taken the helm wheel.

Sure, it was better for the captain to claim a sunken ship than a crashed ship. And with all the slaves dead, he could easily spin a tale of great bravery and lessen his punishment.

"Maggot face, you are dead," Bob barked as he entered the helm room.

"Shut up, Bob," Josho muttered as he frantically looked for something that could replace the wheel.

Bob tried to grab him, and Josho just slapped his and off and glared at him. For some strange reason, Bob just looked at him with a weird expression.

"Can you fly a ship?" Bob asked.

"Not without the right parts, help me look."

"I will help you, but we are far from done with the whole dead part," Bob declared as he started to look around the room.

After a bit of rummaging around the room, Bob found a big wrench, and the two boys worked together to fit it on the little peg left on the helm.

As Josho was about to take a hold on the wrench, Bob grabbed his arm and glared at him.

"If you can't fly the ship, let me try," He said.

"My father, where a storm chaser, I know how to fly this big bucket of ore," Josho answered.

"I knew you were a piece of trash," Bob muttered and let go of Josho's arms.

Now Josho, you only need to crash this ship on a floating island, Escape the Imperial investigators, Escape Bob and get off whatever floating island we are about to crash on.