On the way back to Maramba, Maxwell caught sight of the strangest Airship. It was painted black, and was made completely out of metal. It had purple stripes around the centre of the outside plating, and was decorated with golden wolves on the port and starboard sides, near the bow. It was a fairly small ship, flying at a fair altitude over-head. It was obviously created for speed, and perhaps a little intimidation. The wolves were a dead give-away to who owned the ship – Lone Wolf Lawrence. This black airship gave Maxwell a bad feeling. Judging by its direction, it was also heading towards Maramba, at a far greater speed then Maxwell's Dhabu was traveling. All conclusions were directed to something bleak, and not on Maxwell's winning side. All he and his companions could do was sit and hope for the best until the Dhabu reached Maramba safely – it wasn't about to go any quicker.

It took over an hour to get back to Maramba using the slow Dhabu, but at long last, the two Air Pirates and the Treasure Hunter managed to make it back. They got well within the city limits before they hopped off the Dhabu. The streets were quiet, very quiet. The three of them were baffled, where did everyone go? Confused, they wandered towards Gavin's house, but stopped suddenly as Taylor and Chelle rushing towards them. Both of them appeared to be in a state of shock. Gavin tilted his head curiously with a little grin as they approached.

"Where's the fire?" Gavin asked. "You'll never guess what we found…"

"Gavin! It's an emergency!" Chelle stated in a tone of disbelief.

"Hm? What is it?" Gavin's expression turned very serious.

"Sarine… And Nola… They're…" She was so surprised; she didn't know where to begin.

"Mom? Nola?" Gavin blinked. "What happened to them?"

"They're… gone." Chelle sighed.

"Gone!" Gavin was shocked. "What do you mean 'gone!'"

"They were kidnapped." Chelle responded hastily.

"What!" Gavin looked towards his house. Several people were gathered there. Without thinking, he dashed off towards his house, Chelle, Taylor, Maxwell and Lia following close behind.

The whole town seemed to be gathered around the small house. Gavin shoved his way through the crowds and past the town guards in order to see what happened. He paused for a moment when he saw that the door had been bashed in, and broken. The windows were smashed as well. He hurried inside, stopping as he entered. He paused there, gazing at how his two-room home had become a wreck. It was apparent that a struggle ensued. The table was smashed in half, the pillows used for chairs scattered all over. The cooking pot was tipped over, wet stains left on the brightly coloured carpets. The one bookshelf had been all disorganized, books scattered everywhere and the whole shelf tipped over. Gavin walked in further, glancing about in shock, looking in towards the bedrooms, where the sheets were torn off the beds, and Nola's outfits were scattered about. He fell to his knees in the center of the main room, his shoulders slumping. His four companions piled into the small house shortly after.

"Who'd do this…?" Gavin asked.

"Gavin, it's alright." Chelle moved closer to him. "The town guards will find them."

"Why would someone do this…?" Gavin asked again. "They never did anyone any harm."

The town guards searched the place thoroughly before any of them were allowed to touch anything. All that was found was a note on the bed. While everyone was cleaning up, Gavin couldn't get over the note. He read it over and over, and was gradually getting more and more frustrated. It was from Lawrence. The note instructed Gavin and his friends to bring the cube they had found in the Inculta Pyramid to a specific small island which had its coordinates written on the bottom. If he gave them the cube, they agreed to return his mother and sister with no harm… or at least, it was said that they would receive no harm – not promised. Gavin just shook his head. Bringing his family into the whole mess just seemed irrelevant and stupid to him. But, he was forced to make a decision. He had to choose whether to give them the cube tomorrow, or let his family suffer. It was obvious what choice he made.

Sleeping that night never happened for Gavin, and Lia, Maxwell and Taylor had great difficulty getting to sleep. Gavin was up all night, simply sitting outside in the cold desert streets. He would pace back and forth occasionally, but he never rested. He was angry, and worried. There was absolutely no way he was going to sleep any time that night with the thoughts of his family on his mind. Gavin finally gave in to sleep as the moon was creeping down to rest beneath the sand dunes. He had fallen asleep in the main room, on a pillow. Maxwell and Lia awoke the next morning to find him there, still sleeping. Even if they didn't want to, they had to wake him up and get to his ship. Gavin never hesitated as he woke up, ate a small breakfast, changed into his normal clothes and took off to his ship, Maxwell, Taylor and Lia following in close behind after changing their clothes as well.

"Okay Max, the coordinates to the island are here. Pin-point it on the map." Gavin instructed as he met the two Air Pirates and the young Taylor on the deck of his ship. "Little Miss, kid, I want you two to work down below. Man the cannons if you have to, be on full alert. I'm not taking any chances."

"Aye aye, captain!" They said as they hurried to perform their duties.

"They'll pay." Gavin muttered to himself as he went to head towards the bridge. A voice stopped him.

"Hey!"

Gavin blinked and looked over. The voice came from beside his ship. He walked over, resting his hands on the edge to look down. He was surprised when he spotted Chelle, but she was certainly not ready to dance. He raised an eyebrow as he looked over her outfit. She wore a low-cut, black leather tank top that held snugly to her skin, accentuating her graceful form and showed off her slim midriff, and blue jeans that had fades white on the knees, almost like bleach stains. Knee-high, thick brown leather boots were on her feet with a low heel, and various buckles to keep them on. Brown Dhabu hide gloves completed her outfit, along with a black headband, and a red tri-corner hat normally worn by old-fashioned pirates. On her belt were a gun holster, holding a flintlock moonstone ammo pistol at one side, and on the other, and a scabbard for a red moonstone rapier. She stood, one hand on her hip, bronze-tanned skin gleaming in the sunlight, deep amber eyes glancing up at Gavin. Her long red hair reached to her butt, curling outward in some places, her bangs only slightly coming over the black headband she wore. The outfit she had was fairly cheesy in Gavin's opinion… But with her skin oiled up like that (despite the scars showing on her left breast and over her left eye) she certainly did not look bad.

"Wow." Gavin raised both his eyebrows. "Costume party going on?"

"I want to come help!" Chelle called up.

"Are you yanking my chain? Sure you can even fight?" Gavin laughed. "I thought you were only good at dancing."

"You have a lot to learn about women!" Chelle called back up. "Be a gentleman and help me up!"

"A lot to learn, my foot." Gavin mumbled as he went out to help Chelle into the ship. "I could write an entire book on women."

With all, save Taylor, well armed, the ship preparations complete, and everyone ready to go, there was nothing stopping them from taking off. Gavin took the wheel and did just that. The coordinates showed that Gavin had to go to a small island near Vulua. He knew he had to be careful, as the Vuluans had patrols. If one saw him, and they asked him what he was doing in Vulua airspace, he didn't want to have to explain his situation. Vulua wouldn't have bought it. Even after Vyse the Legend saved Arcadia from disaster, Nasr and Vulua still weren't on the best of terms. It wasn't even Vulua's fault, in most people's eyes. They had been doing all they could to rebuild their economy, and make peace with the surrounding lands. Yafutoma was understanding of Vulua's situation, and South Ocean simply wanted to move on, and forgave the Vuluan's. But Nasr's Nasultan was arrogant, and refused, blatantly to side with or make peace with the Vuluan's. But, each had their arguments, and each had their points. Solving the Nasr-Vulua situation still seemed like a distant dream.

As so, Gavin's gold and red painted ship was something that Vuluan's were on the lookout for. The Vuluan's made it very clear that no Nasr ships were permitted to enter the North Ocean airspace without some sort of Vuluan permit, a special pass made for Nasr merchants or other vessels to show that they had gone under extensive investigation and background checks to be permitted to trade their goods. Any ship caught in North Ocean airspace without one was to be charged and fined, or perhaps even worse. Gavin ran at full speed, not wanting to waste time.

"So what can I do?" Chelle asked, "I want to be useful."

"Well, find a way." Gavin responded. He was a little stressed. "Help Taylor clean if you want."

"I have a better idea." Chelle stated, with a hint of a blush as she moved close to Gavin. "Why don't I liven your spirits for the upcoming danger?"

Gavin didn't respond.

"I'll comfort you, captain." She said again, moving to hug him.

"Get off." Gavin shoved her aside. "There's no reason for you to yank my chain like that. Get lost and make yourself useful somewhere you'll be appreciated. In other words, out of my sight."

Chelle looked hurt. She had never heard Gavin say anything so harsh in all her life. She should have understood that Gavin was simply worried and stressed over the current ordeal, but she didn't She was hurt, and she left in quite a rut, storming off. Maxwell was standing at the table behind the bridge controls, staring at Gavin in a sort of bewildered kind of way, plainly shocked. Gavin looked back, jerking his head to do so. He raised an eyebrow, his left, gloved hand holding tightly to the wheel. Maxwell didn't say a thing.

"What are you staring at?" Gavin shot at the young Air Pirate.

"Nothing." Maxwell responded, looking back to the map.

"Ugh, nothing else could possibly go wrong." Gavin grunted. "What else could possibly go wrong?"

Suddenly, Gavin heard a voice ring out in echoes over the clouds.

"Nasr vessel, you have been caught in North Ocean airspace. By the law, I ask that you power down your engines and come to a stop. We are the Vuluan patrol, I repeat, please power down your engines and come to a stop, and you must be investigated, by law."

"Damn it…" Gavin groaned as he shook his head, his right hand rubbing his eyes. "Wonderful."

"Again, I ask that you power down your engines and come to a stop. You are violating Vuluan Temporary Law No. 0064. Please power down your engines, or we'll board by force." The voice echoed out over the clouds again.

"What's going on Gavin?" Lia asked as she poked her head up the ladder. "What's wrong with Chelle?"

"Not today." Gavin muttered to himself as he suddenly gave full power to the engines, and made a sharp, banking turn to the port side.

Everyone on board, save Gavin, was thrown aside and off balance. Maxwell barely managed to stay on his feet, and immediately questioned Gavin's motives for denying the patrol ship. Gavin simply ignored him though. He even managed to ignore Lia's cry of shock when she nearly fell off the ladder, and was kind of glad that nobody was on the deck at that time. He had to save his mother and sister – by any means necessary. He wasn't going to stop until they were safe, no matter how many laws he had to break.

Gavin's ship zipped through North Ocean. Due to its small size it easily ripped through the cloud, and due to the weight of everything on board, the ship barely had any trouble turning on the spot. Still, the Vuluan patrol ship was in pursuit. The patrol ship was rather small as well, and went at a decent speed. Still, it was long, and as a result, it was forced to make wider turns. It was light, so the wind kept its abilities less than what it could have been. The ship was made entirely out of metal, save for the windows. It had two large cannons mounted on the deck, which were the main cannons. Thanks to their design, they could turn in a full three hundred and sixty degrees, making them able to fire in any direction. Five sub-cannons were mounted on either side of the ship's hull, dealing less damage and not being able to fie in front of behind the ship. It was given that at that day in age, every Vuluan ship, battleship to patrol ship, was equipped with an apparatus which allowed them to fire magically enchanted cannon balls.

Even if Gavin was not a skilled captain when it came to battling, but he excelled in common sense. He knew quite well that if he stayed in front of the patrol ship, he could avoid damage from the sub-cannons. It would have taken quite a bit of work to stay in front of the ship and still get to the small island that he was told to go to. Not only that, but he was putting younger people in danger. His mind was a mental war of right and wrong, and logic could not agree with passion. In the end, passion got the better of him and he continued to flee from the patrols, violating a direct and strict law.

"Alright everyone!" Gavin called back. "Make with evasive parameters! Make sure nothing gets broken, and repair the ship as necessary, we're gonna out-run these chumps!"

"Gavin, are you sure this is all right?" Maxwell asked.

"Does an Air Pirate have any regard for the law?" Gavin asked.

"Not really." Maxwell answered. "But we don't go out of our way to break laws."

"Well, from this day forward, I suppose I'm an Air Pirate!" Gavin smirked. "So to hell with their 'laws' and their 'standards!' I couldn't care less right now."

"The guy's gone nuts!" Taylor proclaimed, below deck, trying to keep all the treasure in the lifeboat bay in place.

"What the heck is going on, Gavin?" Chelle asked herself, trying to keep everything in Gavin's room from falling all over the place. "This isn't like you!"

Gavin's ship flew all about, in zigzag patterns, and sharp, unexpected turns. The patrol ship did its best to keep up, its main cannons firing at the ship. Occasionally, a cannonball would glance off the ship, or barely knick it, making it obvious that Gavin's ship was simply too fast for the cannons to hit directly. This made for a decent advantage. But half way to his destination, he came across a second patrol ship. Of course, it assisted the other ship, trying to take him down. Gavin's golden ship was under attack from a barrage of cannons that were rather hard to avoid. Gavin cursed his luck, trying to put more power to the engines, even though they were at maximum output. One cannonball was lucky enough to hit behind him, right where his engine was located. The entire ship was rocked, and many things became disorganized.

"What the hell just happened!" Gavin shouted into the voice-tube.

"They hit the engine!" Lia's voice came back from the tube. "I can't fix it!"

"Max!" Gavin called back.

"I can fix it." Maxwell nodded.

"Get going then!" Gavin responded. "Fix it pronto, we're almost there!"

Magic was a strange thing in Arcadia. Long ago, far before Maxwell's time, far before Vyse The Legend's time, people believed that magic was derived straight from the six Moons that surrounded Arcadia. Each Moon was like a separate God, prayed to, worshipped, and questioned. Every Moon had its own colour and its own blessings. Magic was simply a concentrated form of these blessings, only usable by those who could concentrate and clear their minds to receive the blessings and use them accordingly. Maxwell was just one such person, and had found himself bound naturally to the Green Moon. That specific Moon was said to hold the power of nature and healing. Strangely enough, magic could be used as well on ships as it could on other living things. Healing magic could repair the metal, taking whatever damage the metal received, and somehow reversing it. Nobody could explain why this was, very few tried. Nobody complained either, though.

Maxwell rushed to the ladder, hopping onto it, hands and feet at either side. He let himself slide down, and then hopped off the bottom, quickly heading to the engine room. He burst in quickly, met with a rush of heat. It was quite a sight, the engine barely working, a cannonball stuck into the floor. It looked as if the large round ball of metal was shot on an angle, so that it lobbed. It was the only explanation as to why it hadn't tore right through the engine. It had crashed through the wood, smacking into the engine, rattling it up and damaging it. It was working at merely half output. It was fuming, the heat put into it escaping the bent, damaged metal gears and pistons. It made the room hot enough to be considered a sauna. The energy was being wasted into the surrounding air, and at that rate, the ship would have lost power. Maxwell quickly went to work.

He ran out of the engine room, grabbing a small, spare tarp from a pile of supplies in the below-deck hallway. He then hurried to Gavin's room, ignoring the frantic Chelle as he acquired a hammer and iron spikes. He hurried back to the room, finding the hole left by the cannonball. It was several inches around, heated air rushing out of the ship through the gaping hole. Maxwell quickly set the tarp against the hole, which was partly sucked out into the open sky. Keeping firm footing, he quickly began to hammer one of the iron spikes into the corner of the tarp. It hammered in easily, and stayed firmly in the wood. He did the same thing for each corner, soon making it so that the air could barely get out. It was a cheap fix, but it would have sufficed. Next came the engine.

The metal of the engine was dented, and one of the pistons was cracked, created a large output of hot air. Maxwell wiped sweat from his forehead with a little sigh before he stood next to the engine. He raised one hand before his face, vertically, and closed his eyes. With a little concentration, a magic circle appeared on the ground. This circle was of a unique design, etched into the area around him using magical energy. A breeze created by the force of the magic around him caused Maxwell's clothes to flutter about, which was common with most magi-users.

"Moons, give me strength." Maxwell said, praying with all his soul to the Moons.

The Green Moon must have heard the plight. It was rather generous, as all Moons were, offering their powers to those adept of using them. Several citizens of Arcadia had magical capacity. With his eyes still closed, Maxwell reached out, placing his hand against the engine. Instead of burning, his hand glowed with a faint green light. This light caught to the engine, making it's continuously moving form glow. Sparkles of light seemed to drip from it, fluttering to the ground like snowflakes or small bits of paper. The metal began to construct itself back into its original form. At this point, the magic circle disappeared, and Maxwell was able to watch the results. The metal changed, slightly, and the piston's crack moulded together. The dents pushed outwards a little, the metal moving back to its original shape. When the glow faded, the engine was fairly fixed up. It still had a slight dent in it, but nothing that would flaw its affectivity. The piston's crack was naught but a small knick in the metal. The heat stopped flowing, but Maxwell was still sweating quite a bit.

"Ah-ha! You fixed it!" Gavin's voice came through one of the voice-tubes, located at the corner of the room.

"Yeah, all done!" Maxwell called back.

"Good, now get up here. I thin I see the island." Gavin said.

"Yeah?" Maxwell wanted to clarify.

"It's opening right up for us!" Gavin chuckled. "No sense giving up the opportunity."

"Opening up?" Maxwell pondered the use of words

Gavin wasn't exaggerating. Maxwell moved back to the bridge, and looked out into the sky to see a large chunk of land that seemed to have broken off from the Vulua continent. A small section in it, large enough for an airship, had come out a little from the rock, and had opened, like a giant hangar door. It was obvious that it was a docking bay, hidden in the rocks. It was in the crevasse, between the chunk of land and Vulua, the area large enough for ships to pass through. After a slight bit of observing, Gavin realized that no ships were coming out – he was being invited in. He took the opportunity, hurrying towards the dock. His airship had a rocky, hasty landing. It scrapped against the rock a little as he made his turn into the hangar, and he had little time to stop, so of course, the ship had to come to nearly a sudden halt. This knocked poor Taylor right off balance. When all was said and done, the ship was docked, and the hangar doors were securely closed.

"Well, they won't find me here." Gavin sighed. "Stupid Vuluan patrols don't know their heads from a hole in the floor."

"Ugh…" Maxwell stood up, rubbing his head. "Rough landing or what?"

"Maxwell, my family's involved in this." Gavin responded. "A few little scratches and bumps are worth it. Now, lets get the others and hurry up and get out there! Mother and Nola must be worried sick."

Gavin and the others slowly disembarked from the ship. In his hand, Gavin held the mysterious cube that he had found in the pyramid in the desert. Though, he was rather interested in the area around him. It seemed very industrial, as what Vulua was famous for. The hangar looked something like a cargo depot. Crates were stacked high, filled with all sorts of things, and tarps were draped over them. They walked on a grated kind of catwalk, the whole floor suspended above the actual ground where the mechanics controlling the door rested. Pistons, gears, and fans… so many mechanical devices were in one place. The hangar was anything but cozy. The air was somewhat cold. They were at the lowest altitude Gavin's ship could manage, the air down below seeming rather cold, out of the sunlight. They stepped into the center of the room, looking about.

"Would you look at this." Lia said. "I've never seen machines like this."

"Vulua is famous for its technological advances." Gavin said. "Even though this isn't part of the Vuluan continent, it's still close enough to be effected by the advances. Vulua's Armada is the most impressive of it all, though."

"I've heard of it." Chelle said, crossing her arms. "It's supposed to be the most powerful of all time."

"And even they'll bow down to us soon enough."

… That was the last thing they heard before they woke up quite a while later in a cold, dark cell.