Ponies of the Caribbean

"I'm wondering that too," agreed Aero, much as he disliked to admit he was following along with others.

He flipped back his hood, allowing the captain to see his face. "But the main reason I'm here, is because I wish to take up your offer. Judging by the unruly rabble of ponies you call your crew that you seemed to have assembled, you'll undoubtedly need someone of my skills onboard."

Aero slowly leant over to a nearby crate and withdrew a cutlass from a stack. "After all, no successful crew is without trained fighters, wouldn't you agree?"