She should probably be more worried about what might stop her from getting home.

Like, for example, this big steel airship, propelled by side-mounted impellers, roaring with the sound of electric motors as it powers through the clouds below her. Cannon turrets swing around, and thunder booms as explosive shells hurtle through the air at her much smaller and more elegant craft.

The concussive blasts toss her into her ship's control panel, against its walls. Her head cracks violently into the wind-screen, and Eefina slumps to the deck, passing out as her ship lists and starts to sink.

The Valuan battleship fires grapples, and reels the tiny silver vessel down onto its deck.

But they are not alone. Another ship lurks, a more-primitive galleon of wood and sails, but one that none-the-less has matched pace with the steel battleship and snuck up on it under cover of darkness. Its cannons fire a shot over the bow as it swoops in, crewmen throwing grapples of their own to hook broadside onto their metal quarry.

And flying proudly above its sails, is the pirate flag of the Blue Rogues.