After about another half our of travel, Crane found himself trotting through the entrance to the port.  Everywhere he turned he saw laboring Alune.  Each was either totting heavy crates, or tying knots in rope.  The small peninsula housed a single building, to which a candy-cane striped lighthouse was attached.  The wide bronze brazier at the top sizzled ominously, as two Alune poured some sort of lighter fluid over a pile of logs.  The small building bore a painted yellow sign that read- "Tickets and Chow"  It definitely wasn't the most creative name, but it fit.<br/><br/>"Excuse me sir," Crane said to a nearby worker.  "I was wondering which dock currently holds 'The Skybird'"  The worker seemed puzzled at first, obviously confused.  It took a brief moment for him to gather his bearings before he responded.<br/>"She's dow' on dock eight, fella."  The laborer turned back to his stack of wood, carrying it in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>As Crane slowly pushed through the crowd, he found himself admiring the small, yet versatile ships the Alune had put together.  Single-sail passenger boats, with little room to spare.  Each was made from a dark wood the color of hard mud, and in accordance, it seemed that that was exactly what held each beam of wood together.  After what seemed like ages, Crane could see dock eight ahead of him.  It was the only dock facing outward from the peninsula, all others were built in a horizontal direction.<br/>With a deep breath, he dismounted, carrying his horse's reigns to a nearby wooden post.  The post itself was probably used to keep the loose boards together, but it served the purpose of 'stable' as well.<br/><br/>"Sorry, girl." He whispered gently to the horse.  "You can't come on that boat with us."<br/>The horse whinnied gently, before bowing it's head.  Crane patted it lightly on the nose before moving to the edge of the dock.  He had a plan, but he needed Celris to hear it before he did anything drastic.