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Thaw desires the Galerider, Wind Jackal's ship, more than anything else. He seems to have offered to be Wind Jackal's second-in-command on numerous occasions, but has always been denied, as Wind Jackal intends his son Quint to be his successor.
It is revealed at the end of the book that Thaw Daggerslash has been setting traps for Wind Jackal, posing as the Sky Pirate Captain's ex-Quartermaster, Turbot Smeal. He eventually lures Wind Jackal to a deserted Skyship wreck, joining him as a friend, then turning around and murdering the man. Quint finds Wind Jackal, and Thaw convinces him that it was Turbot Smeal that attacked both Wind Jackal and Thaw, but Quint need not fear because Thaw has killed Smeal.
Thaw then attempts to become Captain of the Galerider but, despite Thaw's plans, Quint is elected the new Captain. Thaw leaves the Galerider. Daggerslash, under the alias of Turbot Smeal, joins the Leagues Fleet on the terms that he may have the Galerider, while the Leaguesmen will take the other ships for themselves. He manages to find his way on board the Galerider, its crew reduced to two occupants: Wind Jackal's son, Quint, and the Banderbear, Hubble. Thaw escapes before it is destroyed, then tries to kill Quint. He is beaten back but the ship heaves, throwing both of them to the ground. Thaw rises more quickly and is about to kill him when Hubble strikes his former master Thaw, and fatally injures him. In his dying breaths, Thaw admits to Quint that he created all of the lures for Wind Jackal because he wanted to be rid of him, so that he could Captain the Galerider, which he seemed to consider the only Skyship he ever wanted.
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