Crike

Crike was actually better at taking the helm than Uzbecka, but Crike would never tell Uzbecka that, nor anyone else, and especially not Harlaan. As the only male member of the crew, Harlaan seemed to always want to to take on the responsibility of training new crew members, or encouraging them to improve their skills, or take on new responsibilities of. Wherever Harlaan was, he was probably explaining to someone how to do something she already knew how to do. Right now, he was probably also cursing "this is all wrong!"

Where was Harlaan?

Crike had enough responsibilities already. Lazing about in the rigging, ensuring the food was good, helping the captain select her favourite vintage... this was all time-consuming enough, without a lot of extra work. If Harlaan ever found out that Crike had been running skyships almost single-handedly back home in a small port on the far side of the Swirl, he would definitely start pushing them to improve their skills, but that was Crike's secret to keep.

As it stood, or more often than not, curled up taking a nap, Crike would have been much happier peeling potatoes, but this was no time to argue semantics, and Uzbecka was a truly terrible sailor. Hopefully Uzbecka didn't pay too much heed to the confidence with which Crike stepped up to the bridge.

"No problemo, chief. I've got the helm."