Ropes that Bind

"BRACE!!!"

Didn't need to tell me, the cannonball to the chest was a good reminder. But thank you Captain, oh wait... he stopped breathing.

  Slowly picking himself off the sand, Ropes remembered everything that just happened. The Celestial Empires naval fleet cleaned their decks with the crew, destroying the ship he sailed on as a crew mate, Griffin Fang. Ropes dusted the sand off of himself and looked around, in an effort to find survivors. Not one mate pulled through, except for the poor chap beside him.

  "Ahhh, sweet Celestia my head. What happened to the ship! She be gone without me!" , the white stallion mumbled. He was that of a different group of naval costumes all together, The Reformed Lunar Republic. But why he was with the Empire who is to say, but Ropes smelled something... pleasing.

  " Names Ropes, and you have a bounty of bits there." Ropes said reaching for the purse, only to find the wrong end of the barrel of a musket pointed at him.

"Pirates, frisky as ever, tell you what lad. If you get me off this island, they are yours. Oh and its Black Blade". Blade lowered his musket and held his hoof out to Ropes.

Taking his hoof with a shake Ropes replied, " Don't be lying or I'll be behead'n you".