Coconut Grove I'm gonna fight the moon

The moon was full, an ivory disc whose reflection shimmered along the wine-dark sea. Eartha followed it's progress up into the night sky, finding herself unable to sleep. She was not meant for the lone wolf life. She had spent so long in the company of others that the sudden absence of a warm body or a constant chorus of snores unnerved her. The grove that she found herself in was reminiscent of Skeleton Key at least, its gentle palms blowing in the breeze. She closed her eyes, hoping that the familiar noise would help lull her to sleep. She couldn't find the gunner or the traitor while exhausted.