(Oh my...having so many characters makes remembering names hard...I corrected my last post...)
When things had seemed to settle down, Luna finally decided to stop being so chicken. She ambled out of the bushes, then out from behind the keg barrels at the corner of the pier, her mode of double protection, and walked out onto the dock, casting a look around. The ship in question seemed rather out of shape, but it wasn't like she cared so long as it got her where she needed to go. There were people about, the new crew, but she was far too nervous to speak with them. Being a rare species, an eastern horse, for so long, had made her particularly wary and, indeed, terrified of social situations. She coughed a little, the dull but harsh taste of her sugary rum rising in her throat threateningly.....it had been a month or more since her last drink.
Stroking her thick silvery hair out of her eyes, Luna began to wonder just how she planned on doing this....this crew didn't look too friendly, to top off her ever-present anxiety, and the Capitan was...well, she didn't want to think about what he'd do if he caught her stowing away...Maybe it was best to ask....