Helping to unload the ship was not something any of the sailors expected Shalina to do, given how she was half as large as most of them, but if the captain or first mate came along they would usually insist that she help anyway.
The best way to get out of sight of the captain and first mate AND sneak ashore was simply to hide inside one of the boxes being unloaded.
The crates were solid affairs, made to withstand the rigors of sailing on the open sea and in the event of an emergency they could be used as improvised fortifications. As a result the difference in weight between an empty crate and a crate with Shalina in it was negligible.
With a thump, the crate with Shalina in it was set down on deck. Light was seeping in through the gaps between the boards, but she couldn’t see much of what was actually going on. There were no sounds of motion though, so she hazarded a peek out the lid.
Her crate had been put down near the gangplank and the sailor carrying it had paused to face off the side. He had pulled down the front of his trousers and…
Ew.
She did not need to see that...