Blinking, I tear away from the new race of pony and refocus on events below; I could wonder about them at a later time. For the moment, we were not in their way, so they were content to ignore us in turn. Below, I saw weapons, foods, supplies, and other materials loaded on board as fast as the cargo lift could take it, with many of the avian pirates lending a claw with their superior grasping abilities to complement the manipulation sorcery of the horned ponies. Once things were loaded, the rest of the guards came aboard next, the workers retreating to the castle-palace with their empty wagons.