Once it had been enough to know the winds, and how they blew at each season of the year, to get a rough idea of where they might be headed.
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Things used to be easier! It's like that The Monkees song, "Shades of Grey" (unless it's "Shades of Gray" which I'm pretty sure it isn't or that title would have been located on the other side of the open parenthesis (I looked it up and now don't I look like a huge fool with my arrogant self-assuredness and cheap laptop I purchased with no backspace or delete key!)). "It was easy then to tell truth from lies, selling out from compromise." See? Like that except in this case, it was easy to tell the direction of the ship from the way the wind blew during every season.
Let me start over. I think what the Chums are getting at is that before greater technological innovations which enabled the Chums to propel the ship in any direction, winds be damned, they would have had to rely on the air currents, thus knowing, generally, where those currents were going to shove them. But now the orders are all, "East by south!" and the Chums just turn their rudder in that direction and fire up the thrusters and Pugnax shits out of the side of the balloon and they're off!
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