True Treasure

The breeze biting at my flank was a full bodied one, one that could easily threaten to blow a weaker pony than myself over. But I was stronger than that. I lived for the bite at my flank, the billowing hair in my eyes and the taste of salt in my mouth. It made me feel alive, more alive than any of the scallywags who made their living by land could ever dream to be.

For I am the Pirate Dinky, quartermaster on the dread ship Crescent Moon.

I turn from my position at the bow of the legendary ship, my hair whipping free of its ponytail that kept it confined, and turned to face my crew.  Well, I suppose not my crew, but at this hour of the day they served me, looked to me and any orders I gave they would promptly follow through with. For now they were mine alone. That’s the way it always was during the celestial hours, when the orb of our rival graced the sky. Our fearless leader showed no desire to show hide nor hair of his muzzle until the sun was safely tucked away and the moon, representative of our lady’s grace, showed itself on the horizon.

Already the time though grew near when our captain would arise and leave his chambers to take command. The skies grew pink with the fading goodbye of the sun, casting an orange glow. It was a sight to behold and despite my loyalty to the moon, I must admit it was beautiful. I let out a sigh as I viewed its wonders.

“Oi! Dinks!”

The guttural voice calling me from below could only mean one thing. The captain was awake early.

Leaving my post at the deck with a swish of my finely braided tail I trotted down the steps. And then the next set of stairs. I let out a snort at the unnecessary space, it was wasted really on our crew. But our ship was a blessing from the Goddess-Ruler Luna and Pip would never say no to her, no matter how frivolous this silly thing was.

“Dinky!”

“I’m coming, you impatient lout!”

I sped up my steps, arriving in front of the captain’s quarters in short order. The ebony door typically demanded the respect of others, the way it swallowed the light around it felt imposing to the lesser ponies. But I knew what was on the other side and for me there was no illusion of grandeur. There was only Pip. Same foalish colt he was as when I first met him all those years ago. I pushed open that door with little care and even less respect.

“There ya are! What took ya so long?” He looked up, mane shaggy and clearly yet unbrushed  as I entered.

“Same thing as always, doing your job.”

My hoof nudge a discarded bandana on the floor as I drew closer to him.

“Really, you laze about all day, and you can’t even clean up your own mess? Pip, do I have to do everything for you?”

“Mmm, I’m sure there are some things I can do for myself,” Pip threw a hoof over my whither, “I can fix one mean apple turnover and I can find myself a,” This time it was his cheek nuzzling mine “special somepony.”

“You forget that I am your special some pony, you need me for that too.”

I broke into a smile as Pip’s velvety soft lips and bristly fur brushed against my lips.

“Less talk, too early for that…”

I pushed Pip’s hooves off of me, and walked over to the ornate desk in the corner. It was the one space in the whole room that was spared the torturous mess that encompassed everything else in the enclosed space. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing though for our crew. This emptiness including the lack of any maps.

“Pip, have you heard from Luna at all lately? The crew is running low on rations you know, there have been complaints that already we haverun out of certain things. Namely the rum.”

That seemed to do the trick to hold Pip’s attention as his eyes suddenly shot open, the fading light catching in the brown pools.

“What did you say?!”

“The rum, we’ve run out.”

“Where has all the rum gone?”

I blink slowly and my hoof gestures in a sweeping motion.

“Have you tried looking around you lately, Pip?  Your room could put a pig’s sty to shame. I’m surprised I didn’t trip over any discarded bottles of rum when I came in.”

The shock in Pip’s eyes died down and the wideness returned to his normal half-lidded, half asleep. But as I saw his hoof run through his unruly mane I knew I saw a slight quiver there and I knew Pip well enough to see that flicker of worry as his eyes turned fleetingly to the door. And then he sighs.

“There haven’t been any messages from Luna, not for a fortnight now. But we’re getting close, I know we are, Dinks.”

"Pip..." There's a pleading tone in my voice, so many questions behind it, I couldn't help it.

The light hearted tone is back in my captain's voice as he answers me, "Dinky, my lass, have I ever lead us astray? We'll be fine,just you watch."

His bellowing laugh does nothing but make me roll my eyes. He's trying to convince himself as much as he is trying to cheer me up. Picking his way carefully over to me, he nudges a hoof against my ribs.

"I would never let anything happen to my crew, you know that.You know that more than anypony on this ship. Now come, put a smile on that muzzle, we got a crew to lead!"

His laughter is, as always, infectious. It was always the same laugh, straight from the heart and still filled with a child's delight in the world. Even after all we've been through. I think that's part of what makes him a good captain for a crew such as ours, even on the days that seem the most bleak , he could brighten the most downtrodden of ponies' day.

My eyes lowered to the floor with a smile faint with memories.