Your ears eventually pick up the voices of the guards, accompanied by brays and hoofstomps, entering the boat and ushering them into the stalls. Rambunctious Cheers and laughter can be heard all over the ship as it rumbles slowly to life. With a lurch, the boat moves out of the docks, away from Pleasure Island. You brace yourself when you hear footsteps approaching, their conversation growing loud enough for you to hear.
"...-pens often?"
"Try 'every single time', there's always a few that ignores the passenger limit. Think themselves smart by stowing onto the boat."
"And make asses out of themselves, I see?"
They chuckle, and you flinch when the doors burst open. Fear shot down your spine and lashes out uneasily behind you, you clench your muzzle shut to keep yourself from screaming out. They just keep chatting, utterly oblivious to you hiding behind the hay they're pulling bundles out of. Your instincts starts screaming against you to flee, as the sound gets more and more unbearably close.