Once he had hold of her hand, Yosuke never let it go.
Leading Aranyani through the rain forest, with a remarkable sense of direction, he took care not to move too quickly for her and held her hand a little more tightly when needed, to help her over any obstacles in their path. He had the feeling she was likely better at navigating the rain forest terrain than he was, given that this was her own domain, but a gentleman wouldn't leave a lady to fend for herself, even while knowing she was perfectly capable without him. That was, he wanted to do his best to support her, if she happened to need him.
It was not too terribly long before the thick of the forest started thinning and they approached the clearing that the sky pirates had descended upon. Even through the trees, it was possible to see some of the massive ship as they neared it. In truth, it was not entirely unlike the seafaring ships of old, seemingly made primarily of unpainted, although color treated, wood. It even had sails and crows nests fashioned high up on the masts, although two of them were entirely walled off, with a roof and see-through windows. Its unusual bits were the myriad of propellers, which all sat still with it being landed, and the peculiar set of wings, though those were currently retracted.
Once they broke free of the trees, entering the clearing where it rested, the young pirate finally paused in his steps, gesturing toward the wondrous vessel with his available hand. "This is our ship!" he declared, although it hardly needed confirming. "We've come to call him, 'Spirit.'"
