"Ah, and therein lies the problem. This flying, it is not to my liking." He glanced at the window, and then snapped his gaze a way quickly with a grimace.
"I've been sailing a fine galeon for years now, and have had experience on barques, pinnaces and sloops before that to last for... for a long time. The cruelest seas would not trouble me if we were on board one of those, but this flying machine... vous nel'aimez pas." He heard a voice over the PA.
"What? What was that? Why must we hold on?" He asked, worried.