A particularly strong gust caught the Professor's cloak like a sail and blew him backwards into Aya. He apologized, excused himself, and continued trying to navigate. The airship was entering the rain wall as it continued its descent, blown along by the winds.
Putting the sextant away and checking his notes, he pulled out his compass to confirm their heading. "We're, we're still on course. If we, if we can, if we can maintain our north-northeast heading, we should m-make it..."
Tucking the compass away, he produced a small wind vane, but it just spun around. The winds were buffeting them in every which way, and he could only determine the barest hint of a direction by how long the vane held a position before spinning again. "This storm front... this storm front is a nor'easter."