From his vantage point at the bow of the ship, sitting with his legs dangling over the railing, Lucifer could see both the sun beginning to rise, and the moon lowering itself in descent. His tears began to dry as the heat from the desert sun warmed his skull-mask. He always cried at night. It felt natural. Clutching at the necklace he found in the ship, he replayed the previous night's events.
The large ship loomed over the Cubone like a giant monster opening its jaws wide, ready to chomp down at any given moment. The sun was already going down, and Lucifer decided to go inside, even if only one half of the boat seemed accessible. Inside the ship, he had found himself surrounded by storage rooms, most of the boxes broken or sealed shut. It was in one of these rooms that he found the blue necklace that reminded him of a tear drop. It had been strewn on the ground, forgotten. He figured that nobody would miss it. As soon as he put it on, however, he heard noises in a nearby room. Carefully, he poked his head in, and found two undead Cacnea fighting each other. Luckily, neither had noticed him yet, and they were both occupied with each other. Backing out slowly, Lucifer carefully climbed to the top of the ship to think things over.
Lucifer didn't like the situation. He knew there would be food and supplies in this ship, but he didn't know what else was lurking down there. Shaking his head, he wiped the last of the tears from his eyes, and stood up. He reached into the air and stretched, letting out a large yawn. He had been up all night, of course. Finally, he decided. He would look around first, then decide for sure what he would do.