Booze, rum, beer, wine. . . .A thousand words for a thousand alcoholic beverages.

Pipsqueak's caramelishly spotted hoof unconsciously tapped along to the drunken attempts of a song his intoxicated crew members tried to put together. The drawn out notes, all too long rests, some instruments falling over mid-song, didn't seem to stop his fellow drunken idiots from assuming it was the most cheerful and flawless song ever conceived, frolicking around like namby, pamby pony(or any other species with princesses) princesses. No disrespect to Sun-Butt.

Much.

It was just another night after raiding another unfortunate seaside village with enough bits and preservable food to keep life on the 'Umi no ikari' prosperous. For example; tonight. It might seem like the business-as-usual for Pip, but if you could be in this scene, it was actually one of the happiest nights the crew has had in a long time. They hadn't hit a jackpot like this in the last five years! And when a pirate says it's a really rich place, they are never bucking around. The bits were like a giant sparkling, golden ocean you could just dive into at any moment. Obviously you wouldn't want to though. Unless you wanted to die surrounded by a sea of gold as your brain suffocated from lack of oxygen, than by all means, go ahead. If you lost one hundred, it didn't matter; there was at least a hundred thousand in that basement.

Zing!

A cork went flying by mere centimeters from his face, followed by the sound of the champagne spraying out of it's bottle shaped glass prison and splashing onto the decks boards. Pip lazily blinked and yawned, as if this was an everyday occurrence. What did I say? Business as usual. The crew was drinking up all the champagne that would've been great for selling, but of course, Pip would make an exception to drinking his rather large supply of champagne. It was a night of celebration, after all. No good being a greedy captain keeping all the good stuff to yourself, as much as anypony else would want to.

He blinked his eyes strongly to get rid of the horrid burning sensation from keeping his eyes open for too long, and decided to get back to his cabin before ponycrap hit the fan with yet another drunken brawl and metaphorically spraying on him, forcing him to break it up after ramming both of their thick skulls together.

Knowing any good old pirate ship, the door to the captain's cabin would be right below and slightly in front of the main wheel. Wrong. Pipsqueak wasn't about to get killed in his sleep during a night raid, or midnight assassination. The way to his real place of resting would be suicide to tell anypony.

Pip closed the entrance to his well hidden quarters and heaved his tired body over to his king-sized bed. His former adrenaline rush from the raid now gone, and now newly acquainted with Ms. drowsiness.

The bed was made out of rich oak, shiny and sparkling to anypony's eyes. It was made in a foreign land with an odd talent for bed constructing. Pip had no idea exactly where it was made, he didn't bother to ask where it was from when he slit the nobles throat and than proceeded to drag it onto his ship. It had waves and beaches carved into the sides by one of the more artistic crew members who offered to spice it up for him, truly making it dazzling and even more valuable than when it was originally made. Pip didn't care much for physical features, but even he knew this was an outstanding work of art.

The head board was about three or four feet tall, with a tree branch like design at the top of it. A large ship was in the center of the head board, another design from the same crew member, polished and slightly more attention grabbing than the rest of the bed. It had lots of time and detail put into it, and who knew how delicate and careful they had to be to avoid ruining the bed altogether?

A standard nightstand sat on the right of the bed, with a simple kerosene lamp resting on top of it, letting a soft light spread across the room in its warm homely glow.

There was a desk in the corner of the room, a black and gold type writer in the center of the desk, a small bottle of white out by it's side, with those peg things that type out words that were big enough to accommodate a ponie's hooves so they didn't accidentally add another letter to whatever they may be writing. A window was on the bare left wall of the room, showing a perfect view of the sea reflecting the wonderful night sky off of it's calm ever-shifting waves. A slim, tall bookshelf was also next to the desk, a large collection of Pip's foalhood pirate novels of various lengths, plus comics neatly lining the shelves in a truly neat freak alphabetical order.

Well, getting back to the story, Pip shuffled under the furry black covers lined with dark brown trimming that draped over the entire bed on top of the moon pale sheets he rested atop of. With the coldness of the pillow caressing his cheek, and the newfound warmth of being underneath the covers, the combination set jolts of calmness and lazy pleasure throughout his body. He settled under the covers, before realizing the lamp was still on.

He briefly made a big deal out of it, groaning and making a silent fit, and than finally shifted his weight to reach over to the nightstand to put the gas lamp out, and finally able to close his eyes and being brought into Luna's loving dream-like embrace.

"Pip!"

"Who?. . ."

"Pip!"

Pip opened his eyes slowly, meeting nothing but a pitch black darkness around him."Is there anyone there?" He called out into the darkness.

He stuck out a hoof, feeling around him. He could see his entire body, and apparently was standing on a solid surface. But yet everything around stayed as black as night.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit him. Than dissipated into a headache. The feelings of both swished around in his body, like a jug of molasses was dumped inside of him. . . . Before everything just, stopped. Light. There was light. It burned into his eyes as gently as something burning you could. And fresh grass. Hills. Bushes and trees. A gigantic washed up shipwreck. A beach curled up underneath the hills breaking off onto a beach. Fresh sea water slapping against the shore, sending a mix of earth and sea water scent into the air. Pip shook his head, trying to figure out what this sudden, vision was.

"PIP!"

"GAH!"

Pip spun around in the direction of the voice. A filly with a coat of grey and prim silver mane looked at him, eye level equal between them. Pip looked from side to side, before suddenly, he had no control of his body. Words flowed from his mouth without him even wanting to.

"Now would you look at that Silva'!" A high pitched younger version of his present voice chimed. Seeing through first person, the eyes he could no longer control looked back at the giant shipwreck."A grand new adventure for the both of us to take up! Do you know what this means?" The feeling of muscles moving on his face, the prison he was now trapped in felt to be smiling.

"No?" The filly replied with uncertainty, her hoof daintily setting to the task of loosening up dirt.

"Why this means we have to go inside!" The filly's expression seemed to change from a slight confusion to what one would not expect, a thrilled cartoonish smile. The filly seemingly realizing this, changed back to her former former expression, dullness. A nervous throat clearing later, the prison bounded down the hill, hind legs digging into the dirt in a slide down to the beach, and disrupting the sands lovely slumber over to the towering ship.

Upon closer inspection, the ship was at least thirty to fifty years old. Rotting wood, torn up sails, gaping hole in the side, masts leaning into an expanse of forest and appeared as if it would fall over at any moment. The body trotted to the entrance, or rather the giant hole in its side caused by the giant boulders it appeared to have crashed against in its dying moments of beaching

The floorboards of the Hold dug into the sand, making a perfect ramp to get into it.

The prison bounded up the "ramp" quickly. He laughed with delight, a rich, salty, wet wood perfume making up the airs fragrance. The wood creaked under the added weight of the unnamed filly, or Silva' as the prison had referred to her as, moving closer behind him."Hey, I don't think we should be in here."

"Nonsense!" The prison replied bubbly. The prison's eyes moved around like a fly, never once staying in one spot for once. The hooves almost fell over a few times, creating a wobbly walk at the steep angle they were moving along. Nets of all kinds scattered and torn hammocks were laid out all around, broken pieces of wood, a few weapons here and there along with a random mattress in the middle of all the chaotic debris. It looked like a tornado had flown around the room before they came.

The prisons eyes grew with wonderment, or fear Pip couldn't tell, at the destruction around them.

"It looks like a potato flew around this place before we came!" A cheerful chirp sounded.

". . . . . . . Pipsqueak." What?

"Heh heh, sorry, it was a bit too tempting." But, that's, my name. . . How . . ?

The prison, Pipsqueak?, giggled lightly, before bounding away to a door hanging right off its last hinge. It was a large study, books littered everywhere of course, to keep in character with the rest of the former glory of a ship. Pip, the internal one, did what he had been doing, watching with a peaked interest. Pipsqueak, the tiny prison, cantered toward the edge of desk. Or left legs raised horizontally.

The desk had a painfully large crack down the middle, conveniently splitting open a drawer Pipsqueak seemed to interested in getting to according to the movements of his body, and, well the way he was practically burning a hole right through it.

"Hm? What's this?" The filly finally coming into the study.

Wordlessly, a rather familiar spotted hoof stuck out and snatched something peeking out from the desk, opening it up immediately. A lovely magically enhanced locket peeked out from the small envelope, a small dagger adorned on its top. Along with a picture. . . .

Completely blurred out. . .

"AH!" Pip was flung back into control of the body without a single warning. Ringing assaulted every sense that could possibly ring, and then some. Opening his eyes was already obviously not an option, only increased dizziness, pain and a watery view of everything greeted him with a harsh slap to the muzzle. A deep migraine clung and wrapped ground his head, lovingly caressing him with a beautiful level of suffering. Everything rocked back and forth, a tsunami like effect on everything.

A single hoof, placed itself onto his shoulder blade.

"Pip."

"Mmm. . ." Massaging a side of his head, Pip attempted to crack open an eye to see the filly. Only to find a grown up mare version in its expected place.

"Pip."

"Y- yes?" Pip was able to wheeze out.

"Pip!"

He clamped his eyes shut more, the ringing becoming more violent.

"PIP!" The yelling wouldn't stop.

"Pip. . . ." The voice spoke softly, leaning in closer, wrenching open his eyes without his consent.

Silver opened her muzzle, appearing as if she was about to blow in his face. "WAKE UP!"

Pip jolted up in bed, sweat glistening on his coat and face. He gasped for air, his chest heaving up and down. The dream wasn't at all a scary experience though, so why had he awoken as if he had just witnessed a bloody massacre? He heard the cried of sea gulls outside, warm rays of light shining through the curtains and window. Lifting a hoof, he swiped away the sweat covering most of his face and muzzle. His breath slowed down to a moderate pace, before finally he was able to breath through his nose. He moved his hind legs over to the edge of the bed and touched the floor, settling onto all fours. Before slamming onto his face.

He hissed in pain, shuffling his body to a more comfortable angle. He tried to move his legs around, testing them out. All he had to do, was wait until they woke up.

So, Pip was left to his thoughts on the floorboards of his strange dream, or rather, memory?

Author's Note

Hurray for long ass chapters and cliffhangers! I hope this makes up for the lack of updates and activity from me. . . Meh, I'm still gonna have to take this kind of break again eventually. Unfortunately for me and my inconsistent start and finish-ness.

Anybody else hate it when you get all comfortable in bed and than you realize the light is still on, so it forces you to get out of bed and shut it off, and than get to sleep? I'm always like,

'Umi no ikari' is supposed to mean 'Sea Fury' in English, but I'm most likely wrong cause I used Google Translate. The god of lost in translation.