Chapters Chapter 1: Not Mêlée Island
“THREEPWOOD!” LeChuck shouted from the bow of the ship.
As the storm rocked the ship back and forth and lightning filled the skies, Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™ marched his way to zombie demon ghost pirate LeChuck.
“It’s over LeChuck!” Guybrush exclaimed, brandishing a cutlass that was dripping root beer.
“Garr…I should have killed you instead left ya tied up on the Ferris wheel of doom in The Carnival of the Damned.” LeChuck snarled, pulling out his cutlass.
The two began swinging cutlasses at each other, dodging the others cutlass and clanging their cutlasses together.
“Ye be fighting like a dairy farmer, Threepwood!” LeChuck laughs, thrusting his cutlass at Guybrush.
“How appropriate…you fight like a cow!” Guybrush scoffed, dodging LeChuck’s blade and swinging his cutlass back at him.
“Captain Threepwood!”
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Guybrush shouted in surprise and nearly flung the Guybrush Threepwood and LeChuck figurines out the porthole of the captain’s quarters.
“Oh, it’s just you Mr. Winslow.” Guybrush breathed a sigh of relief. Guybrush looked over his first mate, Reginald Van Winslow. Reginald was wearing his green jacket and cravat with his brown leather tricorn hat upon his head. His Franz Josef style mustache seemed to give his charismatic smile more charm.
“Aye sir. I don’t mean to bother you captain, but there’s some trouble with the sails. The winches are starting to seize up. We may need to make port soon.” Winslow stated.
“Thanks, Mr. Winslow. We’ll make port as soon as we can.” Guybrush thanked his first mate.
Winslow walked back out onto the ship’s deck. Guybrush stood up from his captain’s chair and walked over to a mirror. He pointed at the lanky reflection of a pirate captain and uttered an “Eeeey” at himself. He dusted off a bit of dirt he had on his white blouse and blue jacket. He adjusted his belt around his waist, pulling his brown trousers up; keeping the trousers tucked in his light brown boots and adjusted the belt on his shoulder. He examined his blond pompadour and ponytail in the mirror along with his chin beard and blue eyes.
Guybrush looked around the captain’s quarters. Amongst the maps sprawled on the table sat his gold earrings. He put them on as he admired the mountain of loot he had just taken from his latest adventure to Moniker Island. He looked around at the memorabilia he had collected from his past adventure. He could not wait to tell Elaine about the things he saw on Moniker Island. There was a lava waterfall, a rabid, sword swinging gorilla, and a crazy man with an axe for an arm. He grinned as he stepped out of the quarters and onto the deck.
The salty air blew hard as Guybrush strode the deck of the Screaming Narwhal over to the mast. Winslow was right. The winches were beginning to rust and were barely working. Guybrush looked up to the navigator’s deck and watched as Winslow steered the ship.
“Mr. Winslow!” Guybrush shouted over the whipping winds. “What’s our location!?”
“We’re just approaching Mêlée Island, Captain Threepwood!” Winslow shouted in reply. “But these winds are making our approach rather slow!”
Guybrush ran up to the higher deck and looked out towards the island.
“Can we do anything to make us go faster!?” Guybrush asked.
“The sails are not cooperating with us, Captain! I could only open them part of the way open!” Winslow replied, struggling to keep the ship going straight.
The ship began to float backwards away from Mêlée Island. “Uh, Captain Threepwood…you may want to have a look at this.” Winslow gasped as he looked off from the back of the boat.
Guybrush looked out saw a swirling maelstrom that was pulling them ever closer to its whirling waters. “Crewmen! To your stations!” Guybrush shouted to the crew.
“Uh, what crew sir? The crew abandoned us back on Moniker Island to join the Moniker Island band.” Winslow commented.
“Oh…right…that’s what I get for recruiting a bunch of musically inclined pirates” Guybrush grumbled.
The ship started swirling around in the vortex. “Mr. Winslow! To the captain’s quarters!” Guybrush ordered.
“Aye aye, sir!” Winslow nodded, running into the ship.
“It’s a good thing I gave the quarters a good watertight seal after the whole ordeal with the giant manatee.” Guybrush said to himself.
“THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!” A familiar voice bellowed from above.
Guybrush looked up to see a small green cloud hovering about the whirlpool that Guybrush’s ship was trapped in.
“LeChuck?” Guybrush thought to himself. “No…It can’t be…” His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by water pouring into his boots. “Yipes!” cried Guybrush as he rushed back into the captain’s quarters.
The boat started to be ripped apart by the vortex. As the boat became nothing more than a sealed up captain’s quarters, it was sucked into the center of the vortex and submerged deep under water. The green cloud followed the captain’s quarters into the vortex.
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As the captain’s quarters floated towards an unidentified beach, Guybrush opened the door of the quarters. “Mr. Winslow! We’re alive! And I think we made it to Mêlée Island!” Guybrush shouted jovially.
“What was that, sir?” Winslow asked, knocking into Guybrush. Guybrush shouted in surprise as he fell into the water. “Oh, terribly sorry about that Captain Threepwood.” Winslow apologized.
As Guybrush swam to shore, Winslow began using one of the decorative oars to row himself to shore. Once the both of them were to shore, Guybrush pulled out a compass and a map of Mêlée Island. “Well, aside for losing my ship yet again, this is not a bad day at all. I got my booty and we made it back to Mêlée Island in one piece.” Guybrush stated.
“Um…” Winslow interrupted. “I’m sorry to cut your victory short, sir, but I don’t think this is Mêlée Island.”
“What!? What do you mean, Mr. Winslow!? We weren’t even that far from the island!” Guybrush contended.
“Nevertheless sir, this does not look like Mêlée Island. Take a look for yourself.” Winslow stated firmly, pointing out at the island.
Guybrush looked out at the island. To his surprise, Winslow was right. The place was way too colorful to be Mêlée Island. It almost felt cartoony. The bright colors slightly irritated Guybrush’s eyes. Not only that, but there wasn’t a palm tree in sight. The tree line was covered in deciduous trees. Guybrush wondered if they had somehow drifted out of the Caribbean. As Guybrush looked over the beach, he noticed a bunch of hoof prints staining the sand. “Huh, the inhabitants must use horses as a means of travel.” Guybrush assumed.
Guybrush turned his attention back to the sea. He watched as the waves brought in pieces of the Screaming Narwhal. Winslow was collecting pieces of the destroyed boat and putting them in a pile. “Don’t mind me, sir. Just gathering up whatever I can of the ship. And don’t worry about the ship, I’ll have us a way off this island and back to Mêlée Island in no time!” Winslow said cheerfully.
“Thanks Mr. Winslow, I’m glad to have you as…” Guybrush paused as he noticed a bunch of large colorful birds flying around in the distance. “Wow…whatever island we landed on, it sure has some beautiful birds.” Guybrush spoke.
“Indeed, sir. Would you like your spyglass to examine them?” He asked, taking Guybrush’s spyglass out from his inner jacket pocket. Guybrush thanked him as he took the spyglass. “You know, this island reminds me of the abandoned island I took a young lass to. She had the most luscious lips and had the biggest…”
“That’s enough information, Winslow.” Guybrush interrupted, as he looked though the spyglass at the…Guybrush shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He looked through the spyglass again. Guybrush wasn’t imagining things. “Are those…horses?” Guybrush gasped.
“Did you say something, sir?” Winslow asked, plopping down a couple planks on a pile of more planks.
Guybrush couldn’t believe his eyes. They were indeed colorful flying horses. It seemed that a purple one was being helped by a blue one with rainbow hair and a yellow one with pink hair.
“I’d hate to bother your sightseeing, sir, but could you help me find the emergency matches in the captain’s quarters?” Winslow asked.
Guybrush put away his spyglass in his pants, and walked into the captain’s quarters. The two began pulling out shelves, looking for the matches. “Any luck, Captain Threepwood?” Winslow asked, pulling out a couple more shelves.
“None…say Winslow, can I tell you something, and you won’t call me crazy?” Guybrush replied.
“I wouldn’t think of calling you crazy, sir.” Winslow stated.
“Ok…those birds weren’t birds, they were flying horses.” He said, calmly.
Winslow raised an eyebrow at Guybrush. “Captain, are you sure you haven’t been hitting the grog too hard?” Winslow asked. “AHA! Found them!”
“I swear, they were flying horses!” Guybrush defended, as they walked outside.
“Goodness me! Someone stole the planks from the ship!” Winslow exclaimed, running over to the now vacant spot. There was a trail of hoof prints leading away from the spot. “Captain Threepwood, I know this a little much to ask of you…”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Winslow. I’ll get the planks back” Guybrush comforted Winslow.
“Jolly good, sir. I’ll stay here and collect the rest of the debris around here.” Winslow stated, grabbing more pieces of driftwood.
Guybrush followed the sandy hoof prints over to the nearby forest. As Guybrush wandered into the forest, he couldn’t shake the thought of hearing LeChuck’s voice again. The last time he saw LeChuck, he was stabbed by the pirate hunter Morgan LeFlay in the spiritual realm and skewered by Elaine in the living world, destroying LeChuck. How could he be back? Even Winslow said that LeChuck was gone for good. As he thought more and more about it, he remembered that there was only one person that Guybrush knew that could have brought him back.
His train of thought was interrupted by voices coming from an opening in the forest. Guybrush listened to the voices, trying to hear what they were saying.
“…did fabulous today, Twilight!”
“Yeah, didja see her go into a dive-bomb and jet back upward? So...awesome!”
“I reckon y’all had great time, today.
“Oh…it was very fun…Twilight did some very cool moves.
“When we get back to Ponyville, we’re gonna have a party for Twilight.”
“Thanks everypony, I really appreciate all of your complements. Rainbow, could you grab another one of the pieces of wood we found and put in on the fire?”
“Sure.”
Guybrush heard the sound of clunking wood followed by a thunk. They were burning the ship! Granted Guybrush was going to take a couple planks to make a fire, but in Guybrush’s mind it wasn’t right for the inhabitants to take the wood without asking. That was stealing…which was ironic, since that is what Guybrush usually did to solve his own problems.
“Wow, the irony could cut this situation like a knife.” Guybrush mumbled to himself.
“Did you hear that?”
Guybrush bit his bottom lip. Guybrush, you idiot! He thought to himself.
“Indeed I did! It sounded like it came from over there!”
“It sounded like some pony said something.”
“OOH! Can we invite it to Twilights party?!”
“Let’s just find out what the noise was first.”
Great, what now!? Guybrush thought to himself. He had to make a split decision. He could hear the inhabitants heading this way. He thought that if he could just scare the inhabitants away, he could grab the planks and get away before they came back. Guybrush pulled his cutlass out of his pants, and wielded it. Guybrush took a deep breath, and jumped forward into the opening.
“AAARRR!! I am Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty…”
Guybrush looked around. There was nobody there. Guybrush didn’t understand. He knew he heard voices. But who said all those…
“Oh…my…” a voice came from right in front of him.
Guybrush looked down. Six small multicolored horses stared in fear at him. Guybrush looked in surprise at them.
“…Pirate?” Guybrush finished.
The small horses began screaming at him, to which Guybrush shouted and jumped backwards back out of the clearing and tripped over one of the tree roots. He scurried away on his back away from the opening.
“What in Equestria was that?!”
“I don’t know! I’ve never seen a creature like that before!”
“What in the hay do we do now?!”
“Maybe…maybe we should go tell the guards about this.”
“I say we go find this creature and force him to tell us why he thought it would be a good idea to scare us like that!”
Guybrush pushed himself back on his feet and ran back the way to Winslow. As he approached the beach, he heard a couple of large birds take off. Guybrush ran across the beach, tripping once and rolling over to Winslow.
“Aha, Captain Threepwood.” Winslow said, picking Guybrush up and brushing him off. “Were you able to procure the planks?”
“No time…horses…talking…angry…run…” Guybrush pants.
“Calm yourself, Captain! Take a deep breath and tell me what happened!” Winslow exclaimed, patting Guybrush’s shoulder.
“There’s no time!” Guybrush shouted, grabbing a plank from the new pile that Winslow had made and tried to push the captain’s quarters into the sea. “We got to get off this island before…”
“There it is!” A voice came from the sky.
Guybrush looked up and saw a blue flying horse dive-bombing him. Before Guybrush could react, the blue horse tackled him to the ground. Guybrush looked in in fear as the blue horse stood on his chest, staring him down as it growled at Guybrush.
“Captain Threepwood!” Winslow shouted.
“Yeeeeehaw!!”
Guybrush watched as Winslow was lassoed and an orange pony with a cowgirl hat began hogtying him. After the pony was finished tying him up, she walked over to Guybrush and looked down at him. As Guybrush looked back up, he now noticed six pairs of eyes staring him down.
“Uh…I’m selling these fine leather jackets?” Guybrush said as he grinned nervously.
Chapter 2: Back and Bigger then Ever?
“What even is it?” The purple horned, flying horse asked.
Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™ found himself pinned down in the sand by a blue flying horse. He stared in silence as the small group of multicolored horses stared at him. Winslow rolled around in the sand, trying to free himself.
“I dunno, sugarcube.” The orange horse with a cowgirl hat replied. “Whatever it is, it ain’t a pony.”
“It definitely has an impeccable taste in clothing.” The white horned horse commented. “Just look at its jacket. Finely sown…you can’t even see the stitch work.”
“Ooo! Ooo! Does it like to party? I hope it likes partying!” The pink horse shouted with glee.
“Um…it-it doesn’t look too scary. It looks more scared of us.” The yellow flying horse stated softly.
“Hmph, serves it right for trying to scare us.” The blue flying horse growled.
“Don’t worry, Captain Threepwood!” Winslow shouted, still rolling around. “I’ll get out of these bindings in no time!”
The yellow horse jumped and hid behind the rest of the horses.
“Threepwood? What’s a Threepwood?” the purple horse asked.
“I dunno. Maybe some kinda tree?” the orange horse guessed.
“It my last name.” Guybrush stated.
The ponies stared at the creature. “You have a name?” The blue horse asked, surprised.
“Yeah. Guybrush. Guybrush Threepwood, and you’re kinda standing on my ribcage.” He replied.
“Rainbow, would you kindly get off the well-dressed creature?” The white horse asks the blue horse. The blue horse stepped off Guybrush. He stood up and walked over to Winslow. “You need any help, Mr. Winslow?” Guybrush asked
“Well, if you wouldn’t mind Captain Threepwood.” Winslow replied, smiling.
Guybrush untied the ropes binding Winslow’s hands and feet together. “Ah, thank you, sir. Turns out, it’s far more difficult to untie yourself when you’re tied like that than I first thought.”
“Okay, now that Winslow is back on his feet, what are you guys? Horses that can talk?” Guybrush asked.
“Beg pardon? Didja just call me a horse? Them’s fightin words.” The orange horse replied, irritated.
“Of all the nerve!” the white horse scoffed. The rest of them showed irritation for being called horses.
“Er… perhaps I should have said that differently.” Guybrush said to himself.
“Mares, do not get angry.” The purple horse said. “They don’t know anything about us. Mr. Greepthood…”
“Threepwood.” Guybrush corrected.
“Right, sorry.” The purple horse apologized. “Mr. Threepwood. From now on, please refer to us as ponies, not horses. We are not horses, and refuse to be called horses.”
“Right. Got it.” Guybrush stated.
“Now, I think we should be good mares, and welcome them.” The purple pony said. “My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle.”
“Aha! Royalty! A pleasure to meet you, princess. My name is Reginald Van Winslow.” Winslow greeted Twilight as he walked over to her, knelt down, took her hoof and kissed the top of it. Twilight blushed as the blue winged pony gagged.
“Well, aren’t you the charmer.” Twilight spoke as Winslow stood back up. Guybrush walked over to Winslow and waved hello at Twilight.
“Howdy partners. Name’s Applejack! Good to meetcha.” the orange pony said as she shook both Guybrush’s and Winslow’s hand.
“My name is Rarity, and I must say, your outfit is spectacular.” Rarity complemented Guybrush. “Who does your clothes?”
“Uhh…It think I bought this outfit at Scabb Island.” Guybrush replies.
“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie! I like partying! And cupcakes! And fun! What do you do for fun Guybrush? Do you like partying? Say, why are you called Guybrush? You don’t look like a brush to me. Ooo, Is it because you like to brush things? You know, I haven’t seen anything like you anywhere in Equestria. Do you get lonely from being all alone? Because I would get bored being all alone. Say Guybrush, would you like a cupcake?” the pink pony interrupted, bouncing around. Then from out of nowhere, she pulled out a pink cupcake.
“Uh…thanks?” Guybrush thanked Pinkie Pie, putting the treat in his pocket.
“Quiet a strange one isn’t she, sir.” Winslow commented. “She reminds me of this one lady back on Plunder Island. We would lie on the beach and I would rub lotion on her…”
“Thanks Mr. Winslow, but I don’t need to know any more.” Guybrush interrupted.
“I’m Rainbow Dash, fastest flier in all of Equestria, and don’t forget it.” The blue pony with the rainbow hair stated proudly.
“Right, I’ll try to remember that.” Guybrush replied.
“I say, wasn’t their six of you?” Winslow asked.
The ponies looked around and noticed that one of them was missing. They looked behind them and moved out of the way. A yellow winged pony was hiding her face in her hooves and trembling. She looked up and squeaked.
“Hi there. Who are you?” Guybrush asked.
“I…I’m…Fluttershy…” the yellow winged pony murmured.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” Guybrush stated.
“Im…Fluttershy…” She murmured again.
“Fludderbuy? That a strange name.” Guybrush comments.
“It’s actually Fluttershy, Mr. Threepwood. Sorry, she’s very shy around new ponies.” Twilight said, rubbing Fluttershy’s back.
“Well, there’s no need to be afraid of Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™.” Gubrush reassured.
“Wait…you’re a pirate?!” Twilight gasped.
Guybrush wondered if it was a good idea that he announced to six foreign creatures that he was a pirate.
“Uh…did I say pirate? I meant window washer.” Guybrush said, grinning nervously.
“Really? Why was the word pirate trademarked?” Pinkie Pie asked.
“Wow, no one ever notices that. Good eye!” Guybrush complemented Pinkie Pie.
“So, you’re a pirate?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“Yeah…But I’m not pirating now.” Guybrush stated. “I’m actually trying to get back to Mêlée Island. So if you can show us the nearest shipyard…”
“What in tarnation is a “Maylay Island”?” Applejack asked.
“I’ve never heard of an island called Maylay, Mr. Threepwood.” Twilight told Guybrush.
“What?!” Guybrush blurted. “Wh-what about Plunder Island?”
“Nope, can’t says I have.” Applejack states.
“Booty Island?” Guybrush asks.
“I apologize, but I have not heard of that island.” Rarity replies.
“Phatt Island? The Jerkbait Islands? Blood Island?”
The ponies shook their heads at Guybrush. “Mr. Winslow!” Guybrush shouted.
“I’m standing right here, sir. No need to shout.” Winslow said as he covered his ears.
“Oh…sorry.” Guybrush apologized.
“Well, it looks like were in quite a pickle sir. So, what are your orders?” Winslow asked.
Guybrush stood still, thinking about what to do next. After a minute, he spoke. “Do you know anyone who has been off this island?” He asked.
The ponies thought about it for a minute. “Umm…do you think Princess Celestia has been outside of Equestria?” Fluttershy asked.
“It’s quite possible.” Twilight replied. “She’s been around Equestria longer than most ponies and…” She pauses as she sniffs the air. “Do you mares smell something funny?”
The ponies begin sniffing the air. The all agree they smell something funny. A couple pointed out that it smelled like coleslaw.
“Captain Threepwood…” Winslow whispers. “Do you know what that means?”
“THREEPWOOD!” a booming voice came from above. All of the ponies jumped. Fluttershy ran behind Guybrush and began cowering, nearly crying.
A green wisp lowered down from the sky, face-to ethereal face to Guybrush.
“LeChuck!” Guybrush shouted in surprise. “Uh…you look great! Did you lose weight?”
“Aye, thanks for noticing. It a new diet called HAVING YOUR SOUL RIPPED FROM YOUR BODY!” the wisp shouted. “And now that I have found you, I’ve come to get my revenge!”
“Wait…Why me!?” Guybrush exclaimed. “Elaine and Morgan stabbed you, not me! Why come after me?!”
“Aye, but I can forgive Elaine, and Morgan no longer poses a threat to me.” The wisp stated.
Rainbow Dash began floating around the wisp. She tried to poke it.
“Hey, go away ya filthy flying horse!” The wisp shouted.
“HEY! No pony calls me a filthy flying horse!” Rainbow Dash shouted angrily. She took a swing at the wisp with her hoof. Her hoof flied right through the wisp.
“Haha! Ya can’t hurt me, I’m a voodoo pirate God!” The wisp shouted.
The wisp flew at Rainbow Dash, only to go right through her.
“HA! Some pirate God! I didn’t even feel that!” Rainbow Dash shot back.
“Garr…” The wisp growled. It floated around the beach for a minute. “Ha! No matter, there is a body lying deep within the sands. I shall take it, and show you the true power of a voodoo pirate God!”
The wisp began seeping into the ground. After a minute, the sands started to shift as a glowing green hoof emerged from the sand.
“ZOMBIE!!” Pinkie Pie shouted. She started running around in panic. Fluttershy began whimpering loudly.
A short, green glowing pony clawed its way from its sandy tomb. It had a large scraggly black beard, a short untidy black mane, and a long black tail. Its eyes glowed a brilliant shade of emerald green.
“HARHARHAR! Cower before the mighty voodoo pirate God, for you…WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!!” The new resurrected LeChuck pony shouted.
The ponies were giggling at LeChuck. Winslow began chuckling, and Guybrush just smiled innocently.
“Why are you laughing?! Tell me, or so help me I’ll keelhaul the lot of ya!” The pony LeChuck yelled.
“Nothing!” Twilight snickered. “Nothing at all, you are absolutely terrifying!”
“Yeah! Even if you are short!” Pinkie chimed in.
“WHAT!!” LeChuck bellowed. “What do ya mean short!!”
“Put it this way.” Rainbow Dash said as she flew over to LeChuck. She stood twice the height of the glowing green pony. “You probably aren’t gonna win the Tallest Pony of Equstria award…maybe the shortest though.”
“AAARR!!” LeChuck roared as he tried to attack Rainbow Dash. Rainbow put a hoof to the pony LeChuck’s head and held him back. The ponies laughed as LeChuck continued to try and fail to lay a hoof on Rainbow Dash. LeChuck backed off and chuckled. “Well, I may be small, but I still have me voodoo!” LeChuck stood triumphantly as he pointed a hoof at Rainbow Dash. They both stood there for a minute.
“Uh…What are you doing?” Rainbow Dash asked.
LeChuck looked at her funnily. “Why aren’t you screaming in pain!? You’re supposed to be floating in midair, being skewered by spikes!” LeChuck stated angrily. LeChuck point a hoof at Rainbow again, this time screwing up his face in concentration. His face started turning a bright red. After a few more tries, he started rubbing his temple with his hoof.
“What…what happened to me voodoo?! Why is it not working?” LeChuck growled. “Grr…This isn’t the end Threepwood! Once I figure out what’s wrong with my powers, you will pay dearly.”
“…can I call you Lil’Chuck from now on?” Guybrush asked.
The ponies laughed at Guybrush’s question
“GAR!!”LeChuck roared as he ran off toward the woods.
“Hey! You might wanna pick up some stilts before you come back!” Rainbow Dash joked.
The ponies began jabbering and joking about how ridiculous the LeChuck guy was.
“Captain Threepwood.” Winslow whispered. “Can I talk to you privately for a minute?”
Winslow motioned to Guybrush to follow him. Guybrush and Winslow walked a few meters away from the ponies.
“What’s up, Winslow?” Guybrush asked.
“Well sir, it’s about LeChuck.” Winslow replied. “I’m, well…I’m worried, sir. If he’s back, the entire world is in grave danger.”
“I wouldn’t worry.” Guybrush said. “He doesn’t seem to have any power in this form, so he shouldn’t pose a threat.”
“Aye, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get his power back.” Winslow stated.
“So, what are you thinking?” Guybrush asked.
“I’m thinking were going to need help. First things first, since we won’t be leaving anytime soon without a ship and we haven’t a clue where we are, we had better find someone on this island who knows a thing or two about voodoo.” Winslow explained.
“You think the hor…ponies may know someone with voodoo powers?” Guybrush asked.
“It wouldn’t be a bad place to start.” Winslow replied. Guybrush and Winslow walked back over to the ponies.
“Excuse me, but can I ask you girls a question?” Guybrush asked the ponies.
“Of course! What do you need Mr. Threepwood?” Twilight replied, smiling.
“Do you know anyone who might know something about voodoo?” Guybrush asked.
Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes. “Well, Zecora knows a lot of that mystic mumbo jumbo stuff. Maybe she can help.” She said as pleasantly as she could.
“Somethin’ wrong Twi?” Applejack asked.
“It’s nothing.” She said. “Well, we won’t learn anything just standing here. Let’s go to the nearest town and get on the train.”
“A train? They have trains? What kinda place is this? Guybrush wondered to himself.
The ponies started walking away. “I get to sit with Brushguy!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed.
“Well, sir.” Winslow laughed. “It seems we’ve stumbled upon another adventure.”
“Yeah, and with an angry mini-LeChuck pony, you know it’s going to be one of those days.” Guybrush replied. “Come on, let’s follow them.”
Chapter 3: The Train and the Forest
“Fresh fish! Straight from Horse Shoe Bay!”
As Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™, entered the coastal city of Baltimare, he smelled the familiar sent of fish. The entire group walked into the market street. Guybrush swore it would look like a normal harbor, if the entire populace wasn’t ponies. The houses looked like the ones he saw on Mêlée Island, just smaller. Perhaps it was to accommodate for the ponies shorter statures.
The market was buzzing with activity. Thousands of ponies were out and about. Some ponies were bargaining and haggling with the market vendors for better prices, sometimes paying with gold coins. Some were talking and having a good time. Some were on their way to the harbor to go sailing or fishing. Others were hard at work, sweeping the grounds and repairing boats.
As Guybrush and Winslow traversed further with six ponies they met, a sudden hush fell upon the entire crowd of ponies. Guybrush looked around to see thousands of eyes staring at him and Winslow. A small foal walked up to Guybrush and began pulling on his pants. “Excuse me mister, but what are you?” The foal asked.
“I’m Guybrush Threepwood, mighty…” Guybrush stopped mid-sentence. Guybrush thought that announcing that he was a pirate may not be the best idea.
“Mighty what?” the foal asked.
Uh…nevermind.” Guybrush said. He looked around at some of the stalls. One of them was selling sodas. “Oh hey! Excuse me…Pardon me…Oh, sorry…” He apologized as he made his way through the crowd of ponies to the soda stall. “Can I get a bottle of root beer?” Guybrush asked. The unicorn mare behind the stall stared at him for a minute, then shook her head and smiled pleasantly at Guybrush.
Certainly, sir. That’ll be two bits.” She replied.
Guybrush reached into his pocket and pulled out a strawberry-sized ruby. The unicorn gasped as the ruby sparkled in the sunlight. “Is that…real?” She asked, looking intently at the priceless gem.
“I’m not sure what a bit is, but will this work?” Guybrush asked as he placed the gem on the stall.
The unicorns jaw dropped as she held the ruby in her hoof. “It is! It is real!!” She exclaimed. “Oh my Celestia…Here! Take the whole pack!” She hands Guybrush a six pack of bottled root beer, runs over to Guybrush and hugs him. “Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me! I have enough money to finally move to Canterlot and tryout for the royal guard!” She then latched herself to the stall and galloped away.
The rest of the crowd began talking about Guybrush and began praising him for his kind actions.
“Well Captain Threepwood, it looks like you just became the talk of the town.” Winslow chuckled.
“What’cha get all that root beer for?” Applejack asked.
“We’re going to need them to take down LeChuck.” Guybrush stated, taking out the bottles one by one and putting them in his pants.
How…How are you doing that!?” Twilight asked, watching in befuddlement as Guybrush dropped the last bottle of root beer in his pocket.
“I have deep pockets.” Guybrush replied.
As the group walked towards the train station, the city once again filled with noise.
“That was very generous of you, Mr. Threepwood.” Fluttershy spoke up.
“Well, I have plenty of booty back on my ship, and it was the only thing of value I had on me.” Guybrush stated.
“Nevertheless, it was still very generous of you.” Rarity stated.
“That must be the train, Captain Threepwood.” Winslow said, pointing towards a large train.
Guybrush gave the train a once-over. He had seen trains in books before, but he had never seen a train this…colorful. This was the first time that Guybrush saw an engine that was a bright magenta.
“Ok, so now if we take the train to Ponyville, we can walk straight to the Everfree forest.” Twilight said looking at the map. Winslow nearly tripped as he ran over to the map.
“Captain Threepwood, if you please…” Winslow said, standing next to the map.
Guybrush sighed. “Can’t go anywhere without me pointing at the map. Twilight, where exactly are we going?”
“We are heading off to the town of Ponyville.” She responded as she pointed to the town on the map. Guybrush pointed at Ponyville on the map. “Mr. Winslow, set a course for Ponyville!”
“Aye, aye sir! Ladies first.” He said as he ushered the mares onto the train.
“My, you are the charmer.” Rarity commented as she walked onto the train.
As the mares walked in, Guybrush and Winslow followed. A train whistle blew and the train jerked forward. Guybrush jumped at the jerk. He had never been on a train before. “Yipes!” He shouted in fear.
“Heh, you okay Guybrush?” Rainbow chuckled.
“Yeah…I’ve never been on a train before.” He admits, rubbing the back of his head.
Guybrush walked further into the train car. He looked at all the red seats and picked one. He sat down in it and watched the scenery pass by through the train’s window while Winslow walked further into the train car. The bright and colorful scenery seemed to pass by slowly at first, and then whizzed pass at a rapid rate. He thought he had never gone this fast before, except maybe for the time in Big Whoop when he rode the Roller Coaster of Death.
He began thinking about his red-headed plunder bunny, Elaine. His wife must be worried sick about him. How was she taking Guybrush’s sudden disappearance? Where would she go to look for him? Heck, where even was Guybrush? What could he do to…
“HIYEEE!!” Pinkie Pie shouted as she dropped next to Guybrush from seemingly out of nowhere.
“AAAUGH!” Guybrush yelled in surprise as he jumped from his seat, flopping onto the floor. He picked himself off the floor and brushed himself off and smiled nicely at Pinkie Pie. “Oh, hi Pinkie Pie…uh…how did you do that?”
“How did I do what?” She giggles.
“But-but you just…I...I just saw you...” He stuttered. He pointed up at the ceiling, then to Pinkie Pie. “Err…nevermind.”
“Excuse me Mr. Threepgood. But may I ask you a question?” Twilight asked as she walked over to Guybrush.
“Sure, go right ahead. And it’s Threepwood.” Guybrush responded as he sat back down in the seat.
“Right, sorry…That little green pony…LeChuck, wasn’t it? Who is he?” Twilight asked as she sat down in the opposite seat.
“Well, I guess you could call him the Ghost/Zombie/Demon/Statue/Walrus/Pirate LeChuck. Now I guess he can add pony to his list of names. I first met him when I first came to Mêlée Island…
…And that’s when I met my plunder bunny…
…and then I sprayed him with the root beer, and his head skyrocketed!...
…I thought I was done with him after I defeated him the first time…
…That’s when Largo took the beard…
…Honestly he smelled ten times worse as a zombie…
…Then I fought him, using a voodoo doll against him…
…I got tricked and I was stuck in Big Whoop…
…I got off the boat, but when I proposed to Elaine and gave her the ring, she turned to gold…
…When I freed my wife from her gold prison, LeChuck’s men grabbed us and took us back to Big Whoop…
…A big firey demon LeChuck!...
…My wifes house was being destroyed!...
…And he was masquerading as Charles L. Charles the whole time…
…So there I was, fighting a giant statue of LeChuck, using the ancient art of Monkey Kombat…
…So a stabbed him with the improvised “root grog, and I kinda released the Pox of LeChuck on every pirate in the Caribbean without knowing it…
…He double crossed us and I died…
…and the last time I saw him, he was destroyed in between the living world and the dead world.”
“Wow…that’s amazing Mr. Threepwood!” Twilight gasped in awe. “You are the most incredible pirate I've ever seen!”
Guybrush grinned and rubbed the back of his head at Twilight’s comment.
“Hey, Guybrush!” Rainbow called out from a couple seats away. “Fancy an arm-wrestling match!?”
“Uh..sure!” Guybrush replied, walking over to Rainbow Dash’s seat. He sat down in the opposite seat of Rainbow Dash. She pulled up the fold-in table and put a foreleg up on the table. “You ready to get your flank whipped by the fastest flyer in Equestria?” Rainbow jeered.
“Only if you’re ready to fall to Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™!” He laughed as he took a firm grip of Rainbow Dash’s hoof. The rest of the ponies walked over to the commotion, along with Winslow.
“Go Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie Pie cheered.
“Yay…go Rainbow Dash…woohoo…” Fluttershy quietly cheered.
The rest of the ponies cheered for Rainbow Dash.
“You can do it, Captain Threepwood!” Winslow shouted.
“Alright!” Applejack said, as she put a hoof on the two’s hand and hoof. “Ah want this to be ah fair fight. No regrips, and no usin’ the table for lev’rage. Got it?”
“Got it!” Rainbow stated.
“Loud and clear.” Guybrush said.
“Alright! Three…two… one… go!”
Applejack released the two’s hand and hoof. Rainbow and Guybrush began to pull the others arm down. At first, it leaned Rainbow’s way. Then it leaned Guybrush’s way. As it reached back to the middle and the two competitors began to sweat, the ponies began to cheer even louder.
“You’re doing marvelous, darling!” Rarity cheered.
“Ya got em on the ropes, sugarcube!” Applejack hollered.
“Give her what for, Captain!” Winslow shouted.
“Erg…Heh, even the smartest ponies know to avoid getting close to get into competition with me!” Rainbow grunted.
“Agh…even before they smell your breath?” Guybrush laughed.
“WHAT! Grr…I…I’ve fought timberwolves smarter than you!” Rainbow growled.
“Good to know you went to your family reunion!” Guybrush shot back.
“You…YOU…EEEARGH!!” Rainbow fumed. Her hoof started to lean towards her.
“Goodness! Guybrush has himself quite the silver tongue.” Rarity commented.
“Give her another, sir!” Winslow cheered.
“I once owned a dog that was smarter than you!” Guybrush jeered.
“O-oh yeah?!” Rainbow growled.
“Yeah and you know what? You fight like a dairy farmer!” Guybrush jeered again as his hand began to push Rainbow’s hoof towards the table.
“I…I…”
The thud of Rainbow’s hoof against the table makes all the noise that was needed. Rainbow looked in shock at her hoof.
“Yeah! I won!” Guybrush cheered, jumping up from the table.
“Astounding job, sir! I must say, your insults are still strong as ever!” Winslow complements as he shakes Guybrush’s hand.
Rainbow Dash sat at her seat.
“I…I lost?” Rainbow Dash questioned. She then crossed her forearms and frowned. “I HATE losing…” She pouted.
“Cheer up, sugarcube. You can’t win em all.” Applejack said to Rainbow Dash, patting her back.
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As the train jerked to a stop, Guybrush jumped again. He longed for the open seas and the rocking of his boat, and began to detest the sudden stops and gos of mechanized transport.
“Everypony entering Ponyville, please exit the train car through the front.” A stallion said from the front.
Guybrush hurried out of the train. As he stepped out, he looked out at Ponyville. It wasn't very far from here, and he could see a large official building in the middle of the town. The houses looked like simple cottages with thatched roofs.
“Is that where we’re going?” Guybrush asked.
“Not quite yet.” Twilight replied. “First, we need to go to Zecora. If you’re looking for anything supernatural, she’d be the zebra to ask.”
“Great, so…where does she live?” Guybrush inquired.
“In the Everfree forest.” Twilight responded.
The ponies began to walk toward a very dark and foreboding forest. Guybrush gulped and followed the ponies toward the forest, with Winslow right behind him.
“Uh…There isn't anything dangerous in there, right?” Guybrush inqured.
“Oh, don’t worry…we’ll be right next to you…” Fluttershy comforted Guybrush. “Besides, you are a brave and mighty pirate.”
Guybrush felt a little nervous. Yeah, he was a “Mighty Pirate™” but if there were talking ponies here, what could be waiting for them in these woods? These thoughts troubled him as he walked into the forest with the ponies.
“Uh…What exactly is in these woods?” Guybrush asked the ponies.
Rainbow smirked. She thought of how she could get back at Guybrush for beating her in arm-wrestling.
“Only some of the most fearsome creatures of Equestria. There’s the timberwolves, wolves made completely of wood and an insatiable appetite for flesh. Then, there are the manticores. Large lion like beasts with scorpion tails and wings. And those are some of the weaker things in these woods.” Rainbow replied in a spooky voice.
Guybrush gulped harder.
“Wait…did you hear that?” Rainbow asked as she looked around frantically.
“Hear what, Dashie?” Pinkie Pie questioned.
“That! It’s coming from over there!” She exclaimed, pointing into some bushes.
“Uh, we may want to keep moving Captain Threepwood.” Winslow spoke with some fear in his voice.
Guybrush nodded and began to move onward hurriedly, looking frantically left and right in fright.
Rainbow snuck behind Guybrush and Winslow. She took a deep breath and roared her best timberwolf roar. Fluttershy squeaked in fear.
“YIPES!!” Guybrush shouted as he jumped into Winslow’s arms.
“PERMISSION TO HEAD FOR THE HILLS, SIR!!” Winslow yelled as he carried Guybrush further into the forest.
Rainbow laughed and laughed as the two sped off. She almost got into a choking fit for laughing so hard. The rest of the ponies looked disapprovingly at her.
“That was a mean trick, Rainbow…” Applejack grumbled.
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“I…I think we lost it sir…” Winslow pants as he droped Guybrush on the ground. “Oh, terribly sorry, Captain.”
Guybrush stood back up, and began to dust himself off. “It’s alright, Mr. Winslow.” Guybrush said as he looked around. “Where exactly are we?”
“I am not sure, sir.” Winslow responded. “But it safe to assume we are still in the forest.”
Guybrush continued to look around; noticing that they were surrounded by thick shrubbery and the sky was blocked out by the many trees. Guybrush struggled to see anything and checked his pants for a light source. He sighed as he could only find his spyglass, his cutlass, the six bottles of root beer, and Pinkie Pie’s cupcake.
Suddenly, one of the bushes began to shift and shake. Guybrush jumped back in fear. “Who’s there! I’m warning you. I’m Guybrush Threepwood, a mighty pirate.” He spoke with obvious fear in his voice. He pulled out his cutlass and pointed it at the bush, only to drop it onto the ground. The cutlass clanged against the cold ground as a hoof stepped on it. Guybrush looked to see a hooded pony looking straight at him.
“Uhm…h-h-hi…” Guybrush studdered.
The figure picked up the sword.
“I do not know exactly what you are. Perhaps a creature from somewhere afar?” The hooded pony spoke in a deep rhythmic tone.
“Uh…I’m Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™, and that’s my cutlass you’re holding.” Guybrush stated, pointing at the sword.
The figure looked at the sword. “This sword is quite different from the ones the guards use. Is this the blade that your kind tends to choose?” It asked in rhyme.
“Err…yeah, it’s all the rage with pirates nowadays.” Guybrush replied.
The figure pulls its hood down to reveal a female zebra with a black and white mohawk and turquoise eyes. She had a large gold earring and several neck rings. Her head was a light gray with patches dark gray.
“Oh, thank goodness…you’re a pony.” Guybrush sighed in relief.
“I FOUND HIM! I FOUND HIM! I FOUND HIM! I FOUND HIM!” Pinkie Pie shouted in a sing-song tune as she jumped from the bushes and began bouncing around Guybrush.
“Hey Pinkie Pie.” Guybrush said, still heaving sighs of relief.
“Zecora! Just the Zebra we’re looking for!” Twilight exclaimed as she and the other ponies climbed out of the bushes.
“Ah, Twilight and her friends have come to visit me. What brings you all to the forest of Everfree?” Zecora asked Twilight.
“Uh…well…you see…Our new friend Guythrush…” Twilight began.
“Guybrush.” The pirate captain corrected.
“Right…well…there’s this miniature pony running about named LeChuck. He doesn't seem to pose a threat right now, but our bipedal friend says that he is in fact a very dangerous ghost/zombie/demon/statue/walrus/pony pirate and…well…he’s supposed to be good at…voodoo…” Twilight explained sheepishly.
Zecora groaned. “I thought all of you knew, but I don’t do voodoo.” She said, obviously displeased with the assumption.
“Nononono! I’m not telling you to do it. See, Guybrush needs somepony with knowledge on it.” Twilight stated quickly.
“Just because I want to make sure he can't get any of his power back.” Guybrush added.
Zecora looked them over and nodded. “I do not think there is voodoo power here, but I will make sure to ease your fear.” She waved a hoof at them, beckoning to follow.
The ponies, Guybrush, and Winslow followed Zecora through the forest. As they twisted and turned along the paths, Guybrush could make out a small hut in the cover of the trees. The hut reminded him of…the Voodoo Lady’s hut. He narrowed his eyes as he walk in, almost bumping his head on a mask. As Guybrush looked around, he could see jars of mysterious substances, weird tribal masks on the walls, and a cauldron in the middle of the room.
“Psst…Winslow.” Guybrush whispered to Winslow as he pulled him to a corner.
“Yes, captain Threepwood?” He whispered back.
“Doesn't this place remind you of a certain someone we know?” He whispered again.
“Indeed sir, but as the pony…er…zebra said…she does not practice voodoo…” He comforted Guybrush.
“ I know…but LeChuck being back has got me thinking. There’s only one person who could have brought him back…” Guybrush stated.
“Aye sir…I am aware of that as well...but we do not have time to dwell on that now. If LeChuck gets his power back, he’ll more then likely kill you again…and since you don’t seem to have a way back in your possession, I deem it very unlikely that you’ll make it back alive.” Winslow explained.
Guybrush nodded as he walked back to the ponies. Winslow was right. There wasn't anything he could do about the Voodoo Lady right now. LeChuck was looking for a way to regain his power, and if he got it…Guybrush shuddered just thinking about it.
“Well, one thing is for sure…LeChuck is going down.” Guybrush said to himself.
Chapter 4: Big....Whoops?
“Um…Zecora…um…how are you going to find any…um…voodoo?” Fluttershy quietly spoke up.
Guybrush stood over the cauldron and looked in as Zecora added a few herbs and plants to the mysterious green liquid in the cauldron.
“You know, I never understand why its always a mysterious “green” liquid in cauldrons. I mean, would it be so wrong for it to be blue, or red.” Guybrush said to himself.
Zecora stirred the liquid concoction. It started to turn to a bright pink.
“…It’s pink…” Guybrush commented.
“Oooo! Let me see!” Pinkie Pie squealed with delight as she looked in.
“Now, let me finish mixing this special brew; and soon, you will know any whereabouts of voodoo.” Zecora spoke as she threw in a few more spices and herbs into the cauldron. She continued stirring as it soon turned a bright purple. She then poured some of the concoction into a bowl and set it on the table.
“Uh…not to be mean, but it smells like year old grog...and trust me, no pirate likes year old grog.” Guybrush commented.
She began to chant in a language in what Guybrush assumed was a foreign language in this world. The ponies backed away as the bowl began emitting a green smoke. It whipped and wormed around the room as it began forming a map of Equestria. The ponies, Guybrush and his first mate gasped in awe at the sight. A small dot glowed just south of Canterlot on the map.
“There, my ponies as I show to you; there is only one spot of voodoo.” Zecora stated.
“That must be LeChuck! What’s he doing over by that big city?” Guybrush asked himself.
The ponies looked in concern. “If that is that…little pony pirate…it looks like he’s headin’ right for the Royal Castle.” Applejack said as she looked at the map.
“…That could be really bad…He might try and hurt Princess Celestia…” Fluttershy softly spoke up.
“Ha! That little shrimp of a “Voodoo God?” Why, the princesses could take him down with three of their hooves tied up.” Rainbow Dash joked.
“Still, we should make our way to the Castle and at least provide support. If something were to happen, at least we can help. I’ll send a message to Spike telling him to warn the princesses about LeChuck heading that way and send the Elements of Harmony to the Castle.” Twilight stated.
“The what of what now?” Guybrush asked as he cocked his head.
As Twilight started writing the letter, Guybrush began scanning the various potions, herbs, and spices. “I see you have interest in some of my brews; I’d happily give you one, if you choose.” Zecora said, smiling.
“Thanks.” He replied as he continued to scan. Nothing seemed really eye catching, until one bottle caught his eye. “Sneez-more, one wiff and you’ll be blowing your own sail…I think I’ll take this.”
“A choice that is swell; may it serve you well.” Zecora responded.
Guybrush dropped the bottle of Sneez-more in his pants pocket.
“Alright, I sent the letters. Well Guybrush, it looks like we’ll have to skip seeing Ponyville for now. Were on our way to the Royal Castle.” Twilight said as she flapped her wings in urgency.
“Aye sir, we best shove of quickly before that dastardly LeChuck does anything to their leaders.” Winslow commented.
Guybrush nodded as he left; his first mate behind him and the ponies following suit.
“Alright, Winslow. Set a course for….the royal pony castle!” Guybrush excaimed, pointing a finger out heroically.
“Aye aye, Captain Threepwood!” He shouted jovially, saluting Guybrush.
They began to triumphantly march forward away from the hut. Guybrush thought how manly and brave he must look, storming towards the castle to save their princess from LeChuck.
“Uh, Captain Threepwood? How do we get to the castle?” Winslow asked.
Guybrush froze in his step.
“…That…is a very good question Mr. Winslow.” Guybrush replied. He turned back to the ponies and smiled sheepishly. “Uh…Which way to the castle?” He asked.
Twilight brought a hoof to her face.
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As Guybrush hesitantly stepped onto the brightly colored train, he wished desperately that he would soon be back on a boat than another train. He grumbled as he sat down in one of the seats as his first mate sat in the other seat facing him. Just as Guybrush was getting comfortable, the train jerked forward again, causing him to jump and yelp.
“Still not used to riding mechanized transport, eh Captain?” Winslow chuckled.
He sighed and sat back down in his seat. “All I wanted was a boat. I was told in the contract with LucasArts that I was to travel by boat.” Guybrush complained.
“Ay sir…but uh…you know what happened to that…” Winslow whispered as he made circle motions above his head, making what looked like circular ears.
Guybrush sighed in disappointment. He looked out the window and watched the scenery pass by, idly tapping his fingers against his knee.
“Something troubling you, Captain Threepwood.” Winslow asked, breaking the silence.
“…Well…I worried about LeChuck…” Guybrush admitted.
“Ah, I see…Don’t worry about it Captain Threepwood. You’ve fought him plenty of times and defeated him.” Winslow comforted Guybrush.
Guybrush grinned a bit.
“And besides, the zebra has shown us that there is no voodoo here, and we've seen that his voodoo powers have been quite diminished.” Winslow further stated.
“Mhm…but there’s just something rubbing me the wrong way about this…It just doesn't feel like it’s supposed to be this easy…”Guybrush commented.
“I wouldn't worry about it sir. Sometimes the path to victory is straight and short, as my mum used to say.” Winslow responded.
Guybrush nodded. “I guess your right. I mean, we have a lot of root beer. And I got my cutlass. We’ll take down LeChuck, no problem. I mean, what could go wrong?” Guybrush stated proudly.
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As the train came to a stop, the ponies stood in front of Guybrush. “Uh…Guybrush? We…have a…well, teeny tiny problem…” Twilight spoke sheepishly.
“What do you mean a Teeny tiny problem?” Guybrush asked.
“Well…unlike Baltimare…Canterlot is…well…not as nice to new…uh…creatures.” Twilight responded, still sheepishly smiling.
“Which means they probably run you out of town. Pitchforks, magic, the whole shebang.” Rainbow Dash stated.
Guybrush swallowed, making an audible gulp. He peaked outside of the door. Unlike the coastal town of Baltimare, this city looked far more elegant and glamorous. Guybrush looked at the houses. Along with noticing that many of the houses were taller then the other once he had seen here, many looked to be made from brick and mortar, them having shingled roofs, unlike the thatched roofs he had seen in the coastal town. The inhabitants of this town looked to be mostly unicorns, all dressed up in fancy attire.
“Heavens…” Winslow whispered to himself.
“Hmm…you sure they would try to run us out of this town?” Guybrush asked.
“There isn’t a shadow of doubt, Guyhush.” Twilight stated.
“Guybrush.” He corrected her.
“Right, sorry.” Twilight apologized, facehoofing herself.
He continued to look around. He watched some of the well dressed unicorns pass, when he saw a bunch of barrels. A unicorn was filling them up with some water and loading them onto a cart. Guybrush thought for a moment and smiled, snapping his fingers as an idea came to him.
“I have an idea.” Guybrush said triumphantly.
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Applejack and Pinkie Pie were rolling two barrels down the streets of Canterlot, followed by the rest of the ponies. Some of the inhabitants looked at them, as if questioning why two ponies were rolling barrels instead of using a cart. This was soon followed by a shrug or a scoff in their direction.
“Psst…Guybrush…” Pinkie said in a whisper. “You okay in there.”
“Oh yeah…perfectly fine…tell the world to stop spinning please…” Guybrush replied, a little disoriented.
Pinkie Pie smiled, continuing to push the barrel. Inside the barrel, Guybrush was bracing himself against the walls, trying to not bounce around in the barrel. The continuous spinning made Guybrush’s stomach burble. Guybrush hoped to the seven seas that he did not throw up. His hand suddenly slipped, and he started to bounce around in the barrel.
About a half an hour of bouncing around and rolling, he saw a crack of light from the top of the barrel. The top soon opened up, Guybrush spilling out onto the grass.
“Oh! Mister Guybrush! Are you okay?” Fluttershy worriedly spoke to him.
“I’m bobbin; are you my mother?” Guybrush mumbled.
Winslow picked Guybrush up and shook him a bit. Guybrush shook his head and regained composure. He looked up to see he was now standing in front of one of the biggest buildings he had ever seen. A giant white building composed of a couple of towers and one main building, the many spires and purple and gold trims decorating the towers. Guybrush stood at the main building, the doors shut in front of him.
He pushed the doors open, only to be greeted by a cohort of Royal Guards, all pointing there weapons at him.
“Oh well, look at the time! I’d love to stay and chat, but it’s bingo night!” Guybrush spoke worriedly as he made a quick U-turn, a small cohort already behind them. “Oh!! H…hi there! T-t-those are all v-v-very nice…“ He swallowed hard. “...spears you have there!” He spoke even more worriedly. He heard murmuring among the guards, them never seeing a creature like this before.
“It’s okay, he’s with me.” Twilight said as a dismiss to the guards.
The group looked at him and his first mate. They kept a stoic expression and returned to their posts.
“Not a friendly bunch, eh captain?” Winslow spoke as he looked around.
“Well, not ta be nosy, but if two…watcha call yourselves…ah wait, humans, yeah…if to a ya come in at the castle, trottin’ in like ya own the place, I’d be on my guard too.” Applejack commented.
“A very astute observation, Applejack.” A new voice came from behind them.
Guybrush turned around. He came face to face with a tall white pony with magenta eyes. She wore a gold tiara, her light blue, turquoise, and light pink mane naturally flowing free with no breeze, baffling Guybrush to no end. She wore a gold choker with a gem in it, along with what he assumed were the pony equivalent of shoes.
“….You are a big pony.” Guybrush commented.
“Princess Celestia! D-did you get my message?!” Twilight asked.
“I did indeed, Twilight. Do not worry, Spike has sent the Elements of Harmony here.” The white pony spoke.
She turned her attention back to Guybrush.
“H-hi there. I’m…” Guybrush started speaking.
“Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™. Yes, Twilight mentioned you, although I think she pronounced it, “Grybush” in the letter.” She finished for him, Twilight face hoofing herself. “I am Princess Celestia, Co-ruler of Equestria.” The princess stated. Guybrush remembered Twilight saying something about the princess on the train ride here…something along the lines of raisins in the sun. Guybrush wondered why she would put raisins in the sun.
Princess Celestia brought over a elegant white case. She opened it, Guybrush seeing five gold chokers with gems on them, and one tiara with a gem on it. As he looked at them, he noted that each gem matched one of the marks on each of his pony companion’s flanks. Twilight called them cutie marks.
Twilight put on the tiara, while her friends put on the chokers. Guybrush looked into his pocket for the six bottles of root beer and his cutlass. He pulled both a bottle and his cutlass out, leaving the rest of the bottles of root beer, his spyglass, the bottle of sneezing powder, and Pinkie’s cupcake in his pocket.
“Be ready…he could be here at any moment.” Twilight said, her scanning the area.
At that moment, they heard a thunk on the door, as if someone was trying to open it. The ponies all readied themselves as Guybrush poured root beer on his cutlass, the door sliding open and the miniature pony LeChuck storming in.
“ARRG! Threepwood!!” LeChuck growled.
“Give up, Lil’Chuck! I have my root beer doused cutlass ready to send you back to where you belong.” He stated triumphantly.
“Stop callin’ me that!!” LeChuck roared angrily
Guybrush made the first move, lunging at LeChuck with the root beer coated blade. LeChuck quickly rolled out of the way, him leaping at Guybrush and slamming into his back. Guybrush flopped onto the ground. In his mind, he admitted that even though he was small, he still packed quite a punch.
He stood back up, brandishing his blade again and swinging it at him. LeChucks small stature made it easy for him to duck under it, LeChuck jumping past and running straight toward the princess. Guybrush turned and ran after the little pony pirate.
“Not so fast!!” Twilight shouted. At that, a ray of rainbow magic came hurdling at him.
“…What witchcraft is this!!” LeChuck shouted as he stood there, the magical ray engulfing him.
At that moment, Guybrush thrusted his blade once again at the pony pirate.
“WAIT, GUYBRUSH!! NO!!” Celestia shouted.
“What?” Guybrush asked as he hit his mark. The rainbow ray fluctuated, it now starting to turn a deep black. The colors from the gems faded as the once rainbow prison exploded in a splash of black. Guybrush heard LeChuck cackle as the blackness faded, LeChuck no where in sight. He was now standing there, looking over at the ponies and the princess.
The angry…angry…scratch that, absolutely furious...princess.
“…Ooops…”
“GUUUUUUYBRUSH THREEEEEEEEPWOOOOOOOOOOOD!!”
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Chapter 5: Guybrush Threepwood: Destroyer of Worlds
Guybrush sat in the study, two guards standing in front of the doors out of the study so he could not get away. It was getting dark outside, the white, fluffy clouds twisting and warping into black, foreboding clouds. He watched from the window as a couple of flying guards tried to keep the clouds at bay.
“…Guybrush Treepwood.” The voice of the princess spoke up, him turning to the princess that was now sitting in front of him.
“I…did a bad thing, didn’t I?” Guybrush spoke, smiling sheepishly.
“…A very, VERY bad thing…” She said in the most serious tone he had ever heard.
She walked over to the window, watching the guards work. “What do you know about the Elements of Harmony? What has Twilight Sparkle told you?”
“Well, not a lot, honestly…I only heard of them when she said she was sending someone named Spike to get them…” He responded.
She nodded, walking back to him. She pulled out the case that held the Elements of Harmony and opened it. Inside, the once colorful gems were now a pitch black.
“That’s not supposed to happen, is it?” He responded again sheepishly.
“No.”
It was one word, but Guybrush could hear the anger in her voice. She sighed and looked at the elements.
“Briefly, The Elements of Harmony are artifacts representing the aspects of harmony. Honesty, Laughter, Kindness, Generosity, Loyalty, and Magic. Together, they are a powerful force, able to defeat many great evils.” She explained.
“…So...Does that mean LeChuck is gone?! Woo! Break out the grog and…”
Guybrush was silenced by a harsh glare from Princess Celestia.
“When YOU decided to strike the rainbow from the elements, you added another element to the fray…Violence.” She growled.
“Th…that’s bad, yes?” Guybrush sheepishly replied as he slunk back in his chair.
“BAD?!” Shouted the princess. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE, DO YOU!? BAD DOES NOT EVEN DESCRIBE IT!!”
Her outburst surprised him so much that he fell backwards out of the chair.
“Ow…my booty.” He groaned.
She growled, before taking deep breaths and calming herself.
“By adding a destructive and evil element to the group, you have corrupted the Elements of Harmony. Using them now, would spread disharmony everywhere.”
“That’s bad.” Guybrush commented.
“And by attacking that LeChuck pony with him in it, he will have the ability to use all of them.” She further explained.
“That’s worse!” Guybrush commented again.
“Much worse. Already he’s starting to spread his evil to the land of Equestria.” She said as she watched out the window, the dark clouds continuing to form.
He started backing away towards the exit, before hearing the “shink” of the spears blocking his way. He quickly walked back forward.
“Right, well, not to be rude but we have a ship to build and an island to sail to, and I’ve definitely overstayed my welcome, so…uh, if you’ll excuse me…” He started.
“YOU are not going ANYWHERE!” She growled as she stood in front of him.
“EEP!” He shouted as he jumped back.
“YOU caused this, and YOU are going to fix it!” She spoke in a commanding tone.
“Okay, okay!” He said as he gulped. “…Wait, how do I fix it?”
The princess walked to her private bookcase and pulled out a book. Closer inspection revealed it was called “Equestrian Lore, Vol. II”. She began to flip pages until she stopped at one page.
“When the elements left their shells, they went to the closest thing as a vessel, meaning LeChuck. If the lore of this book holds true, LeChuck cannot contain all of the elements of harmony within himself. The sheer power of the elements would destroy a pony from the inside out.” Celestia explained. “It is more than likely he had to find other ponies to house the elements.”
“So you’re saying…” Guybrush said as he began to piece things together.
“Find the ponies LeChuck gave the Elements of Harmony to and take them back.” She said as she walked to a chest. She opened it, levitating out a locket with an arcane symbol on it. “This is…”
“What’s that?” Guybrush asked, interrupting her explanation.
“…A Sealing Locket.” She replied. “Usually, if the need arises, I use it to seal a unicorns magic within the locket. Just open it, point it at the pony with the element, and it will be sucked into it…” she stomped a hoof in emphasis. “…Just like that.”
“Cool…What I do with it when I get one.” Guybrush asked.
“Bring it back to me and we’ll put it back in the Element’s jewel.” She replied. “Oh, and you may feel strange sensations when you seal an element into the locket. It can only absorb so much energy, so the rest will more than likely seal into you.”
“…Wait what?!” Guybrush exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, the locket will take the excess energy sealed into you and put it back into the jewel.” She reassured him.
“Oh.” Guybrush said as he put the locket into his pocket, looking at the book. “…Say can I take the book too?”
“I don’t see what use it will be to you, but go ahead.” Celestia replied, shrugging.
He put it in his pocket. Looking in there, he had his cutlass, five bottles of root beer, the Sealing Locket, a book titled “Equestrian Lore, Vol. II”, his spy glass, a bottle of sneezing powder, and Pinkie’s cupcake.
“Soooo…where do I start?” Guybrush questioned.
“I would start in Ponyville. There hasn’t been any sign of element activity going on, but when it does, word of it is very likely to spread into Ponyville.” She answered.
“Alright then, I just go get Winslow and…” Guybrush started as he stood up.
“I’m afraid he will not be accompanying you on this journey, at least not now.” The princess interrupted.
“What? Why?” Guybrush exclaimed.
“Because we need to make sure you are going to go through with this. We do not want you running off and leaving us with a mess.” She spoke as she looked him down.
“But I need him! He’s my First mate…And I…don’t know a thing about naval navigation…” He grumbled.
Celestia blinked a bit.
“…You’re a pirate, yes?” Celestia asked.
“Mighty Pirate ™. There’s a difference.” He replied.
“…Right…Well, why don’t we strike a bargain then. You bring back…let’s say…three elements. If you do, your first mate will be relinquished to you.” Celestia suggested.
“I guess that sounds fair.” Guybrush replied.
“Good. Well then, Twilight and her friends are waiting for you. They will be your companions for this quest. Now go, and hurry. The longer you wait, the closer Equestria creeps closer to chaos.”
“Well, this looks like a job for Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty…”
“NOW!” The princess shouted.
“Yipes!!” Guybrush shouted as he ran out of the study.
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“…And so, until I get three of them. You’re stuck here…”
Guybrush was in a separate room, sitting with Winslow. He was given a few minutes with him to explain everything.
“Ah. Well, don’t worry Captain Threepwood! I’m certain you’ll find three of them in no time.” Winslow responded jovially.
“Yeah…about that…we…uh…have no clue where one is.” Guybrush admitted.
“…Ah…” Winslow commented. “…Well, no matter. I’m sure you’ll find one.”
“Yeah, but…” Guybrush started.
“Mr. Threepwood.” One of the pony guards interrupted him. “Times up.”
He sighed getting up. Winslow held out something to him.
“Here Captain. You might need these.” He said, smiling.
He took it, it being the box of matches from the shipwreck.
“Thanks Winslow, you’re the best first mate a Mighty Pirate™ could have.” He said as he walked out.
…Right into the glares of six angry mares.
“So…let me get this straight…you pretty much gave that LeChuck guy all the elements of harmony that he can use whenever he wants and in any way…” Twilight stated in an irritated tone.
“It was an accident! How did I know stabbing him would release unspeakable evil upon the world?!” Guybrush defended.
“We had everything under control!” Rainbow Dash growled.
They growled at him, before Fluttershy stepped in the way.
“Girls…I…I know Mr. Guybrush did something very bad, but he’s trying to do something about it…” She quietly stated.
“But Fluttershy…” Rainbow Dash began.
“…He’s still our new friend right?” Fluttershy interrupted her.
“Yep! Yep! He is! He is!” Pinkie Pie shouted as she bounced.
The two ponies stood by his side. The others looked skeptically at him.
“It looks like if I’m going to go on the quest with them, I should get them on my side.” He thought to himself.
He looked at Fluttershy.
“Hey Fluttershy.” He said to her.
“Yes, Guybrush?” She responded.
“How are we gonna get them on our side?” He asked.
“Well, maybe if you’re really, REALLY nice, they might join.” She said, smiling.
“How about we brainstorm ideas?” He suggested.
“Well…I don’t know about Twilight or Applejack, but Pinkie Pie might…Rainbow Dash is really loyal to her friends, so if we all joined you, she probably would join…um…if you had something Rarity made, and complemented it…she might forgive you…” She brainstormed.
“Thanks. See you.” He thanked her.
“Good luck.” She quietly said.
He then looked to Pinkie Pie.
“Hey Pinkie Pie.” He greeted her.
“Hiya!!” She replied as she bounced.
“Any ideas on how to get them on our side?” He asked.
“CUPCAKES!!” She shouted happily.
“…How about brainstorm ideas?” He suggested.
“OOOOO okay! Hmm…Well, I’m not sure about Rarity and Rainbow Dash, which is surprising since they’re my friends…OOO Twilight likes books! If you get her a special book, she might forgive you. And Applejack…Hmm… OOO if you really did it on accident, and could prove it, she might forgive you!” She thought out loud.
“Thanks. See you.” He bid farewell.
“Bubye now!!” She responded.
He looked around in the main hall. Beside the checkerboard floor and its fine purple rugs, the finely adorn walls, and the massive staircase, there was nothing of real importance. The way to the dungeon was blocked by guards, leaving two places open.
Guybrush went through one of them. He soon found that the room led to the guardroom. The guardroom seemed a little small, only having a few tables and chairs, it only having one window, most of the light coming from the lanterns. A white pegasus guard in gold armor stood on point, guarding a piece of paper on the table.
Guybrush looked at the paper.
“It’s a written description of what happened with The Elements of Harmawhatsit…Hey…this says it looked like it was an accident!” He said to himself.
“Stand back!” The guard commanded, lowering his spear towards him.
“Eep!” He squeaked, backing away.
He decided to talk to the guard.
“Hi there.” He greeted the guard.
The guard said nothing.
“You….Guarding stuff?” He asked.
The guard remained silent.
“Guarding the paper?” He further asked.
He gave a silent nod.
“You…need anything?” He asked.
He stayed quiet.
Guybrush heard a grumbling noise. He soon realized it came from the guard stomach. He thought, soon pulling out Pinkie’s cupcake. The guard looked at it.
“Hungry? It’s a special cupcake Pinkie Pie made.” He said.
The cupcake looked incredibly appetizing, having a delicious looking frosting and white cake base. The guard’s stomach growled more.
“You…could slip out and eat it. It wouldn’t take more than a minute.” He coaxed him.
The guard stood there, his eyes shifting left and right, before grabbing it and running into the closet. When the door was closed, Guybrush grabbed the paper.
“I’m sure he won’t miss it…at least for a bit…” he said to himself.
He walked back out to the hall and approached Applejack.
“Hey Applejack.” He greeted her.
“What do ya want?” She grunted.
He took out the paper. “Look! This proves that it was an accident. I didn’t mean to ruin anything.” He stated.
She took it, reading the paper. As she read, she got a guilty expression on her face.
“Ah…uh…Guess ah owe you an apology…” She sheepishly spoke. “Sorry…ah just…”
“Hey it’s no big deal.” He comented with a smile.
She walked over with Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy.
“Great, now I only need…” He began.
“Ahem.” A stern voice came from behind him.
Guybrush turned to find the pegasus guard standing behind him with a scowl on his face.
“Oh…hi.” He said sheepishly, waving his hand at him.
He thwacked him with the wood part of his spear and took the paper back.
“Ow!” Guybrush whined as he rubbed his head.
He took a minute to gather his thoughts, before approaching Twilight.
“Hey Twilight.” He greeted her.
“Hmm?” She responded.
“So, uh…What do you do for a living?” He asked.
“I’m a librarian.” She responded.
“Soooo…you like books?” He inqured further.
“Oh of course!” She said as she smiled. “I love all kinds of books! One of my favorites right now is “Equestrian Lore, Vol I”!”
“Really…” He said with a smirk.
“Mhm. But I’m also almost done with it, and the second volume of it is so hard to find now.” She commented, sighing.
“Well…” He started as he started pulling out the princess’s book from his pocket.
“You have one!?” she gasped.
“I felt really bad about…well, everything, so I got you this book.” He told her, smiling.
She squealed and took it, hugging it. “Thank you thank you thank you! I forgive you Guyprish!”
“Guybrush.” He corrected her.
She walked over with the others.
“Great, now all I need is Rarity and Rainbow Dash to join.” He said to himself.
Guybrush decided to talk to Rarity.
“Hi Rarity.” He greeted her.
“Greetings.” She replied.
“Fluttershy said you make clothes.” He commented.
“Clothes?! Paleeeze! I don’t make clothes. I make works of art. Every outfit I make at the Carousel Boutique is finely crafted by a steady hoof, and only the finest cloth available. The cloth is my pastel and the sewing needle, my paintbrush…” she explained extravagantly.
“…So you make clothes.” Guybrush commented again.
She glared at him. He quickly backed away.
He looked around before walking into the other unknown room. The room seemed to be chock-full of cloaks and coats. He wandered around, looking at them all before seeing one adorned with gems.
“Wow. It’s really well made.” He said to himself.
He looked it over. It was a fine summer coat, albeit way too small for Guybrush. It had a tag on it. “Carousel Boutique. Size: Large. Do not machine wash.” He read aloud.
He put the coat in his pocket. “I’ll bring it right back...one of these days.” He commented.
He walked back out to Rarity.
“I found something in the coat closet.” He said to her as he pulled out the coat.
“Oh! I remember that one! It took two days to finish!” She commented.
“Well, it very well done. I might need you to make me a coa-uh…“work of art” like this.” He stated.
He blushed, flattered.
“So, can you forgive me? I need all the help I can get.” He asked.
“…Well…I suppose I can forgive you.” She sighed.
She walked next to him.
“Well Rainbow?” Applejack inqured.
“…Well what?” She responded, looking at them.
“Everypony else forgave him, sooo…” Applejack remarked.
“Pff! No way! I’m not gonna forgive him.” She grumped, folding her arms.
“Come on Rainbow Dash! We need your help too. And it better to forgive and forget than to let it ball up inside you.” Twilight commented.
“Come on Dashie! Don’t be such a sour puss!” Pinkie joked.
“…Fine.” Rainbow Dash sighed. “…I forgive you.” She grumbled.
“Thank you.” Guybrush thanked with a smile.
“But I’m watching you pal! Don’t try anything funny!” Rainbow retorted.
“A-alright!” He stuttered.
Soon they were all on his side, ready to go.
“Alright shipmates! Set sail for…Ponyville!” Guybrush shouted triumphantly.
“I’ll get the barrel!” Pinkie happily exclaimed, skipping to the barrel.
“…Wait…What?”
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Chapter 6: Guybrush Threepwood Explores Ponyville
“AAAAUGH!!” Guybrush shouted as he was dumped out onto the train station floor.
“OOOO next time we have to move ponies barrels can I ride it!? Huh?! Can I?! Can I?!” Pinkie asked as she happily bounced.
“Maybe later.” Twilight responded as she picked Guybrush up.
He looked around, the train being there.
“Oh no! I’m not getting on that train again!” He refused.
Rainbow Dash began pushing him towards it. “Yes…you…are…” She grunted.
Soon, the others began pushing with Rainbow, them soon all pushing as he braced himself against the door to the train car.
“I don’t wanna go in it again!” Guybrush whined.
“Oh, don’ be such a foal.” Applejack grunted.
They soon were able to squeeze him in, him continuing to protest and whine.
“Twilight? Don’t you know a spell to shut him up?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“Oh, that wasn’t very nice Rainbow…he’s just scared of the train…” Fluttershy quietly commented.
Guybrush began trying to climb out one of the windows.
“Rainbow, get ma rope.” Applejack told Rainbow.
“Can do.” Rainbow responded as she got Applejack's rope.
They then tied him up and sat him in a seat.
“Treason is it!? I knew it! You working with the company that makes porcelain aren’t you!?” Guybrush shouted.
The Mane six looked at him, confused.
“What?” They said in unison.
“…it’s a long story…I’ll explain later…” he stated.
The train soon began to move, Guybrush squeaking at the sudden movement of the train.
“I…hate…trains…” He grumbled.
He sighed as he watched the landscape passed by. It seemed like before, except with the dark foreboding clouds starting to creep their way across the plains. They soon passed them, soon in the bright sunlight.
“Thank goodness. At least everything hasn’t been corrupted by those drab dark clouds.” Rarity sighed in relief.
Guybrush took inventory while he was tied up. He had five bottles of root beer, his cutlass, his spyglass, the Sealing Locket, a coat Rarity designed, a matchbox with matches, and a bottle of sneezing powder.
He tried his best to wriggle out of the ropes, the ropes feeling very tight. He tried to reach in for his cutlass, but the bindings were too tight.
“If I could…just…reach…my cutlass.” He grumbled, struggling more.
He swayed around, soon falling on the floor.
“Ow…” he moaned.
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“Here we are Guylush! Ponyville!” Twilight proudly stated.
They heard a loud snore in response. They all walked over to him. Guybrush had fallen asleep on the floor.
“Guybrush?” Applejack stated, poking him.
“AUGH!” He shouted, snapping awake. “Not the monkeys!!”
They all stared at him.
“Oh. Hey. We’re there?” He asked sheepishly.
“Eyup.” Applejack responded, untying him.
As soon as he was untied, he immediately ran out to the open air, starting to kiss the ground.
“Oh, land! How I’ve missed you!” He shouted as he continued to kiss the ground.
He looked up, a small crowd of ponies staring at him.
“…Um…Hi…” He said, standing up.
Twilight walked out of the train.
“Ponies of Ponyville! This is Guybreesh Threedgood…” She started.
“Guybrush Threepwood…” He corrected her.
“…And he’s is here to help stop the evil monster that’s attacking Equestria! Please if you could, be as helpful as you can to him…”
They all continued to listen to Twilight talk as Guybrush mind began to wander. He began to think about when this was all over about how he would get back home, him starting to do calculations in his head, suggestions, theories…suddenly, it came to him. Of course! How could he be so silly…He had, in fact, NO clue how he was going to get home. Guybrush groaned to himself.
“Well, Gerbrush.” Twilight said.
“Guybrush.” He corrected her.
“Right. Anyway, it would probably be wise to familiarize yourself around Ponyville.” She said as she pulled out a map and gave it to him. “Here, use this. Now I’m going back to Golden Oak Library to research on LeChuck…maybe I can find something to help us.”
“Neat, I can use this as a guide to travel around this town. Now let’s see…where to…” He said to himself.
The map had all of Ponyville mapped out, with most of the important places highlighted. He decided to go to Sweet Apple Acres first.
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Guybrush soon stood at a red, barn-like house. Looking up at the windmill, it had an apple at the top. He looked around, seeing apple trees all around the farm.
“You know, just a guess here, but I think they really like apples.” He said to himself.
He wandered around, before seeing a red stallion with orange hair, green eyes and a green apple on his flank.
“Uh, hello?” He greeted him.
“Eeyup?” The stallion replied.
“I’m Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™.” He stated.
“Big Macintosh.” The stallion responded.
“So you work on this farm?” Guybrush asked.
“Eyup.” He responded.
“You keeping busy?” Guybrush further inquired.
“Eyup.” He responded again.
“…is that all you say?” Guybrush asked.
“Enope.” Big Macintosh responded.
“Well…I’ll see you later.” Guybrush bid farewell
“Eyup.” He responded in farewell.
Guybrush looked at a barrel.
“It’s a barrel of apples.” Guybrush said to himself.
He reached in, before hearing a grunt from Big Macintosh.
“Sorry…” Guybrush said as he retracted his hand.
He wandered around a bit more, before deciding to move on.
He looked at the map, deciding to go to the center of town.
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The town center was crowded with ponies, all working and buying things from the market. He looked around, seeing a large light purple checkered building. He noted the top of the building looked like a carousel
“Carousel? Hmm…” He said to himself.
He walked in. Inside looked like a seamstress workshop, the walls covered in purple checkered décor, jewels adorning many of the overhanging structures. Cloth was everywhere, mannequins with fine pony clothing were on display. A small stage with a set of three mirrors was in the middle of the shop.
“This must be where Rarity works…” He surmised.
He wandered around, looking around, before a scrap of gold cloth caught his eye.
“Neat! A piece of gold cloth.” He said as he picked it up. “I’m sure she won’t mind if I tak-borrow this for a while.”
He looked around, not finding much else noteworthy. He left the shop. As he looked around outside, he noted a building that looked more like gingerbread house. There was a giant cupcake on top of the building.
“HIYA GUYBRUSH!” Pinkie Pie shouted from the entrance of the building.
“AUGH! Oh, hi Pinkie.” He said as he smiled.
He thought for a moment.
“What is this place, Pinkie Pie?” He asked.
“This is Sugarcube Corner!” She responded happily. “I work here! I make the cupcakes and pastries here!”
“Nice…say you got any more of those sweets?” He asked her.
“Yes! Oh…wait….nope! Sorry Guybrush. I forgot the Cakes are out on holiday for rare ingredients, and until then, I can’t make a thing!” She replied.
“Oh…are you sure?” He further inquired.
“…Well…There’s always those apple pudding pastries I make for Gummy when he’s cranky. It helps him calm down.” She said to him.
“Great! I’ll take one.” He stated.
“Unfortunately, I’m missing some ingredients for it. And it’s gonna take a few days for the Cakes to come home.” She said as she started looking sad.
“…Well, I could find the ingredients…” He offered to help.
“YOU WOULD?!” She jumped and shouted, immediately going inside and coming out with a list, giving it to him. “So I’m missing a jar of honey, an apple, and a cup of milk. If you bring me them, I’ll make a batch and give you one, kay thanks bye!” She then ran back inside.
Guybrush stood there, unsure of what just happened.
“…Huh…”
He put the list in his pocket. He opened up the map again and decided to go to the Library.
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“Hello? Anyone home?” He said as he walked into the library.
He looked at all the books on the walls. Hundreds of titles he had never heard sat on the shelves. A desk sat in the center of the library, with a horse head wood carving on it.
“Helloooo?” He called out.
“I’m coming, I’m coming…” A young male voice called out from upstairs.
He watched from the stairs as a small purple lizard (Or at least what Guybrush thought was a lizard.) walked down the stairs. He had a purple scaled mohawk that went all the way down to his tail, it green slit eyes.
“…you’re not a pony.” The lizard said, wide eyed.
“Neither are you.” He replied with the same reaction. “Are you a…lizard?”
“I’m a dragon…well baby dragon…” The baby dragon commented.
“Oh that’s nice…D-d-d-d-d-dragon?!” Guybrush stuttered.
“Oh hello Gillbush.” Twilight greeted as she walked down the stairs.
“Guybrush.” He corrected her.
“Right. Oh, I see you met Spike.” She said as she walked around levitating a book.
“You have a dragon for a pet?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not a pet!” Spike grumped.
“He didn’t mean it Spike…he’s my assistant.” Twilight stated to him.
“Oh, sorry.” He commented. “So, you learn anything about Lil’Chuck?”
“…Not so much.” She sighed. “I’ve looked in all my books, and there’s not a thing about fighting a voodoo pony pirate.”
“Oh rats…” He said, snapping his finger.
“….Anyway, how is Ponyville treating you?” She asked, changing the subject.
“Pretty good. I am going to go near the Everfree forest next.” He responded.
“Oh good! I’m glad you are having a good time.” She said as she smiled.
“So…I guess I’ll go look around for a bit more.” Guybrush said.
He looked around before heading out to a house near the Everfree Forest.
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As he walked over the small bridge, he could see a large cottage with bird houses. He could also see many animals around the cottage. He looked around, the Everfree forest very close to them, it giving off an eerie presence.
“Oh! Hi Guybrush.” Fluttershy quietly greeted him from the cottage.
“Hi there Fluttershy. Say, what’s with all the bird houses?” He asked.
“Oh…we’ll I like animals, and I was sitting outside, and realized that when it rained, the bird’s had no shelter. Those poor, poor birds.” She said.
“So you built a bunch of bird houses for them.” He surmised.
“Mhm. Now, they won’t get wet when it rains.” She said, smiling.
“You must really like animals.” He guessed.
“Oh, yes. I love animals. There all so cute in their own way.” She replied.
He thought for a minute.
“So, how are the animals?” he asked.
“Great…Well, they’ll be better when the bee’s get their new hive.” She responded.
“The bee’s need a new hive?” He further inquired.
“Oh yes. The bee’s hive is starting to get cramped, so I planned to get them a bee box so they can have a lot of space. It should have arrived today…” She explained, seeming concerned.
“You think they forgot your order?” He asked.
“Oh no, they couldn’t miss that big of a package. I’m just worried for the bees and the other animals. The bees are getting cranky, and I don’t want the other animals to get stung.” She further explained.
“Hmm…Well, I’ll keep an eye out for it.” He said to her.
“Thank you Guybrush.” She replied, smiling.
“Say…Where’s Rainbow Dash? I haven’t seen her since we got back.” He asked.
“Oh, she’s probably hanging up in the clouds.” She replied. “Maybe at her home. It IS getting late.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’ll be off.” He said as he waved goodbye.
“Goodbye Guybrush.” She bid him farewell.
It was starting to get dark.
“Maybe I should find a place to sleep.” He said to himself.
“Guyshush!” Twilight called as she ran up to him.
“Guybrush.” He corrected.
“Right. Listen! I found something out!” She exclaimed excitedly.
“Something about Lil’Chuck?” He guessed.
“…Well no, I didn’t. However, I did find something else that will help us track down the Elements of Harmony’s essences!” She proclaimed.
“Great! What is it!?” He asked excitedly.
“I’ll tell you when we get back home. Why don’t you stay with us? We can set up a cot in the Library for you.” She stated.
“Sound’s great!” He replied.
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“So what did you find out?” Guybrush asked as Spike began unfolding the cot for him.
“Well, while I was doing research on LeChuck, I found something in one of the books.” She said as she pulled the book out. It appeared to be very old, the binding barely sticking to the pages, some of the pages looking very brittle.
She carefully turned to a page with a weird drawing. It had a swirled, cone handle, a wood base, a gem at the top of the base, which connected a tuning fork.
“What’s that?” Guybrush asked.
“This is supposedly a tracker for the Elements of Harmony. If we can make it, we could find the elements in no time!” Twilight said happily.
“Great, how do we make it?” Guybrush asked.
“Well, that’s a little….uhm…complicated. We’d need a horn of a two horned unicorn, a foot-long mahogany pole, a ruby cut in a trilliant style, and a tuning fork.
“That sounds like a quest fit for a Mighty Pirate™.” He said to her. “That or a silly filler quest…” he commented to himself.
She began to walk upstairs.
“Goodnight Guybruse. Equestria is counting on you.” She said as she walked to her room.
“Guybrush.” He corrected.
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Guybrush woke up the next morning, waking up to the sound of someone jabbering off like a storm.
“Mff…No…I don’t wanna go to school mom…the bullies pick on me…” He slurred, half awake.
He shook his head and yawned. Rolling his neck, he walked outside.
“What’s going on out…”
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“Wait…What?”
