Tynios looked out onto the blackness of the ether. It was beautiful, vibrant colors of far-away beings dotting the background. There was a streak of white once in a while and he could've sworn that there was something else out there watching him.
However, all was not well for the crew. He sighed to himself, decision was divided between heading for the Bright star, lying eastwards of their position or to the moon, where he feared they may meet their death by unknown people. Captain Aello was their driving force, their passion and their figurehead. Without her, the crew did nothing else but their duty. Morale was low, as far as he could infer.
He strode up to the tiller and, suppressing the quiver in his voice, took hold of it while bellowing out to the crew before him: "Hear me now, followers of Aello! We ride for the Moon where we shall meet with the Amazonians and seek aid for our Captain. We have gone this far with her leadership, who are we to deny her aid when she saved us from the fires of Sol? Before this time, I heard whisperings in the galley of wanting to visit those people, and visit them we shall! For Aello! For Ptathuon!"
((Yep, changed my decision to land on the Moon! This won't die that easily!))