Pony Fails

A stiff breeze rippled the stiff sailcloth and picked at strands of Twilight's mane as she emerged from the Royal Cabin. Overhead, the sun shone brightly, casting thousands of glittering sparkles upon the rolling waves.

Twilight flew up to the crow's nest and levitated her spyglass to her eye, scanning the horizon.

No land in sight. Just like yesterday, and the day before. Just like the last fifteen days of her voyage...

"This really sucks," Twilight muttered. Sighing, she checked the sails, adjusted some knots, then returned to her cabin for a meal of stale, dry, crusty bread and heavily salted cabbage jerky.