Fallout Equestria: Chumming Waters

Fallout Equestria: Chumming Waters

Chapter 1 - Blackwater Rythm

“What has four wooden legs and hangs out in a bar? If you answered a barstool, you’ve apparently never partied with a pack of pirates.”

― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

"I know that every pony is scared, confused, and angry, but this is not the time for that. Later yeas, but right now all of you need to be brave. Times were bad before, worse even now, but if we work together we can get through this, all I ask for you to do is follow me. Under my protection you will be safe, be it from zebras, from monsters, or from the worst of all, traitors. We will seek out all threats, and destroy them, this is a promise I seek to keep.

Equestria my be lost, but there is still a bright future ahead of us, you may not see it now, but trust me it's out there. Until then, I will be that light in the dark for you, guiding and protecting you. So I ask, will you follow me.

-Roseland's Speech to the survivors fleet. Year one of the new area.

The morning woke me up with it's bright grace. Though I lived under welded steel, the waters below reflected the sun's rays right into my face. I stirred, kicking my legs out to stretch. A leg hit something, and that something responded by kicking me. Stumbling forwarded, almost falling off the deck and into the cold water below.

"Fuckin' aye Salty, ya tryin' t' kill me ya bloody git!" I got all four hooves properly under me. "I got half minded t' tie a rope between us in hops you go in t' water with me."

Salty Biscuit was an older mare, around fifteen, and she had been with me for the last few years. Lately her sleeping habits have been less then I like. but I could understand why. She was going to be sixteen soon, and still has not taken a stallion, so the poor mare must have been having nightmares. At sixteen a pony had to serve the fleet, but mare's got to wait a year if they got pregnant. Salty was not much of a work pony, or a fighter, so she had it in her mind that she could get a stallion to spend a few nights with her. To bad the competition had been viscous.

"Then stop thrashin' about! And if ya do tie us together like that, don't be surprised if I take t' rope and kick ya in t' water for wastin' good materials." she got up and glared at me. "Star Charter, you're eleven now, and no pony goin' t' pretend you don't know no better anymore. So stop tryin' t' start a fight and git! T' chapel should be startin' soon, so if ya don't move, we don't get t' eat!"

I quickly gathered the few things I own, and put them on. My snug white and blue striped shirt, and ripped blue vest were already on. It made getting ready easy, and harder for any thieves to talk it. Using a some string to tie my main back into two little tails, I put on an old red bandana on my head to help keep my bangs back, and topped it of with a tinted goggle I used as an eye patch. I didn't need an eye patch, but it looked cool, and helped keep the sun out of one of my eyes, so it was awesome for me. And that was it, I couldn't afford anything else, and if I could, it just get stolen.

Jumping over a few ponies who were just sitting around, I ran out from under the ship and into the morning sunlight. The floor beneath my hooves were not much more then old wood and rested metal all head together with rope, but I knew my way around it like every pony else. Though every now and then a pony would fall off to their death, but even I got use to ignoring it when it happened. It was a bit dangerous down here in hull town, but none of the captains pony's came down here, so we didn't have to worry about disappearing in the night. Just falling off the ship.

It didn't take me long to get to the first rope ladder up, but had to wait a bit. I was still to small to just push others out of my way, and last time I tried, I was nearly thrown into the ocean. Salty caught me in time. Finding a gap I jumped for it, and climbed. each floor of haul town looked mostly the same, but with each level up with more room. Which meant it was was less likely a pony would simply fall off, sadly I lived at the bottom of Haul town, with a lot of the other foals. We were small enough that the bottom was big enough for us, be every now an then an adult pony would come down and look for a fight.

Once this mare try to drag Black Spot off, a colt, but I was there to shank her. As she bled out, we took her stuff, and dropped her in the water. This got me a lot a respect among the other foals, so they don't mess with me. Well accept the ones who have done the same, but we find it easier to work together then kill each other. Little ponies like us have got to stick together.

At the top I bounced out and ran to chapel. With solid ground under my hooves I could concentrate on running as fast as I could, jumping over, and sliding under any pony in the way. It was always fun to run along the deck of the ship, though more ponies here were willing to thump you for the sake of thumping you. I think they were tiring to teach me to respect them, but all it made me want to do was get stronger so I could thump them back, but harder.

Their were a few other ponies I knew to never mess with, one was the captains ponies. They collect the tax, and keep the order on the ship. By keeping order, I mean if they don't get thrown overboard, they will drive a hook through your back legs and hang you out to dry on the flagpole for. A lot of the ponies here saw it as entertaining, but for me, once you saw one hanging, you seen them all.

Another group was any pony from the other ships that stop by, the sailors. They always have good stuff on them, but I seen a few ponies get gutted for just looking at them wrong. Also they would draft any pony they thought they needed on the ship. One older pony I knew got drafted, saw her a year later, just as mean as the rest. They were all realy cool.

The ponies nopony ever torched were the Followers of Thorn. They got a different kind of nasty to them, and even the captain cant tell them what to do. I've heard some bad story's about them, mostly to never be in a room alone with one if your a foal. But they are also the ones who give out free food, so fuck it, if was between me and Black Spot, I'm tipping Black Spot and running.

I slid to a stop at the chapel door, it wide open, and with a robed pony in the way. It was a mare in thick clothing, all wight and black, with only her face showing. "Ahh child, your hear just in time for t' song. Come in and find a seat." The mare was a real bitch. Sister Rust Rivet was her name, and If I ever said no, she would just drag me in. If I resisted, She would ether brake my leg, or nail it to the floor. Like I said, the Followers of Thorn were a different kind of nasty.

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Inside there was a tall mirror, one of the few on the ship. I quickly used it to check myself. My Sea Blue coat looked like it was recovering nicely after I had to get all the moss cut off of me. My mane was nicely under the rag, and the two tails keeped it from jumping out. My tale was the worst off, it was a dark sea green, and looked like seaweed. A lot of ponies here had that problem with their mane and tales, but most of them get around it by braiding.

Finding a seat was easy, as Black Spot saved one for me. He was a unicorn colt around the same age as me, mostly all wight other then one big black spot on his face. His parents were not the most creative name's. He had been realy close to me ever since his older sister jumped off the ship. The mare wanted to be closer to Celestia so he killed herself to she her. She was also super affectionate with Black Spot, and thought him to be an excellent kisser and cuddlier. Salty said that his sister was crazy, and has been keeping Black Spot away form me for over a month now. Cunt.

Speaking of Salty Biscuit, she got in right before the doors were closed and locked. She took the time to walk to a seat, to flutter her eyes at a stallion further in front. Her attempt to flirt where blocked by two mares, who quickly drew his attention away from Salty.

It was how thing worked here, With most colts being taken to serve the fleet early one, and the mares fighting over any left. Many of us form gangs to keep what we have, and to take what we want. I joined one after I got ambushed one day, hut me real bad, but the gang hut them worse. It was the Corps Brigade, lead by Miss Victoria Rosary. She was strong, smart, and seem to scare half the ship when she was around, the kind of pony I want to be when I turn fifteen. She was also the one who sent Salty to look after me, but Black Spot had to stay with the gang.

Looking around, I did spot Vitoria at the back of the chapel, taking a nice high spot. She had a blush gray coat, a super light yellow mane and tale, and realy bright green eyes. I swear they would glow sometimes, but so did the others in the gang, it was realy cool. She spotted me, and gave me a little wave. It made me feel all warm inside, so I gave her a big wave back.

"Everypony settle down." Another robed sister stood up on a podium at the front of the chapel. She was soft spoken, but loud enough that everyone could hear. The room quieted down, and everyone looked hat her. "It be good t' see a lot o' familiar faces today, Celestia and Luna would be very proud o' you. Your loyalty and devotion will be what brin's you t' them in t' heavens after. You must remember this, or run t' risk o' fallin' to t' cold hells below, were Celestia's Light cannot warm you, and were Luna's glow cannot guide you."

The sister opened up a book, and we all took the same book from the pew. their was enough of the books the we didn't need to share, and there were even spare books. Every so often, the sister and brothers of the chapel would hand them out for free, and offer to teach us how to read them. I had my own, but gave it to Black Spot when his fell into the water, so I was a little exited to see that there were spare books.

"Praise Celestia, for her light warms us body and soul. In her light our feeble crops can grow, t' fog withers, and t' frost melts. Praise Luna, for her glow guids us in t' dark night, and without her glow we would be lost in t' dark. She who protects our dreams from thous who would invade, and wish t' stray us from t' one true path. Praise Saint Thorn Roseland, for she protected us in our time o' need, and even now her fleet protects us. may our enemy's be cursed, and traitors of t' path be hanged till death takes them."

She turned to another page, and we all followed. Though some of us waited, like me, so to know which page to turn to.

"Now we will sin' t' hymn of t' fleet."

Saint Roseland saw comeing of ponies fall

Her might saveing us from the end of all

Her wisdom to guide us through the end of days

Those that survived the end sang Saint Roselands praise

With cannons raised they would never fall

From all the lands the heathens they would cull

With Saint Roseland and our mighty fleet

With our end we shall not meet

Saint Roseland saw comeing of ponies fall

Her might saveing us from the end of all

Her wisdom to guide us through the end of days

Those that survived the end sang Saint Roselands praise

With cannons raised they would never fall

From all the lands the heathens they would cull

With Saint Roseland and our mighty fleet

With our end we shall not meet

The sermon went on a bit longer, mainly about how we must do the goddesses good work, and how we must never let the light faid from our souls and be lead astray. The idea of something different was well... it was stupid, there were nothing else then the goddess and their path.

When the sister was done, we all lined up to get our food. Dried fruit, a gift from the goddess themselves, and the best tasting thing we could ever hoped to get in the city. Every pony ate the dried fruit as soon as they were walking away, so to lot let any pony take it from them. I saved a peace and waited by the door.

Victoria was the last pony to get her fruit, and as she made her by to the door, other filly's like myself handed her a peace of fruit. She protected a lot more ponies then me, and this was one of the few ways we had to pay her back. I would give her more, but she had told me that one peace was enough, and I sould build my strength.

"You have a beautiful voice Victoria, I could hear you over all t' others. You must be blessed by t' goddesses." I handed over the fruit peace, and she gently took it.

"Always too kind, and I even think I could hear your voice as well, you must be feeling much better to be that loud." she patted me on the head.

I smiled, and "aye! I can even run at full speed with out hurtin' now."

Pulling me in with her hoof, Victoria looked me in the eye. "That's actually good to hear. I have need for a strong little foal who can run something for me. I though of you, but was still worried about you injury's. So if you are feeling better maybe you ca..."

"Aye!" I nearly jumped in her hold. "I can do it!... what be it?"

She chuckled. "Just come with me, we can't be discussing it the open. Corps Brigade activity has to stay in the shadows."

"YES MAM!" I saluted, and quietly followed her.

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Now that I was not running through all the ponies, I took the time to look around. We were still at the front of the city, the hole place was a mess of houses all welded together. I was once told that the houses were once storage containers, and that's way they were all boxy. It all was a confining mess to walk through, with one twist becoming a turn or a dead end. Normally I avoid this place, it was too easy to get turned around, and to vanish.

But I was trotting behind Victoria, and now I felt like I was getting respect like I never got before. Ponies would get out of our way, none of them would look us in the eyes, and not one pony made even one comment about thumping us. Victoria must be the biggest, coolest, most awesomest pony in the city, and every pony knows it. And the ponies that didn't know it, who would say bad thing, I didn't see them after a night.

Down a flight a flight of stairs we passed the workshop, a rusty place full of nose. It was busy with ponies making tool, weapons and armor. A lot of it was what I'd see the sailors use. This was deep in the captains territory, but even here ponies made way for Victoria. Further down were more workshops, were ponies broke down junk to be used in making more useful stuff.

Down here, they don't threaten to thump you, they crack your skull outright. But I was with Victoria, so no pony would touch me. She was just that cool.

After some more time walking, we came to a room near the bottom. Victoria tapped on one a few times and it opened. Inside was a damp and poorly lit room. Following Victoria in, the door slammed shut.

"Darlin', could you not strut down here, t' captains be as twitchy as she can be right now. I'd hate t' see anythin' happen t' you." The room lit up, revealing a tan unicorn mare with a dark gray mane and tale. She was wearing as much cloths as a pony from the upper class decks, a ruff but gorgeous looking black and wight dress. Her hair shined in the light, and curled. Her eyes looked a lot like Victoria's.

"I say let em. Last time they tried, they were cleanin' t' blood off t' walls for days." A cream colored pegasus mare ruffled her wings. She had on a tan coat covered in buckles, the sleeves over her front legs were too long, cover her hooves. Her light brown hair was much more a mess, covering much of her face. Like with the other mare, her eyes were like Victoria's.

Victoria tapped her hoof on the ground, and the two other mares gave her their full attention. "Now if you two are so concerned over frivolous things, then it is safe to amuse that everything has been taken care of?" The two mare nodded their heads. "Good, because I have our new recruit here. Now this is Star Charter, the newest filly to join or family, and I was thinking to have her prove her worth to the gang."

The unicorn glanced over at me. "I see, I see. Brilliant as always darlin'."

Victoria pointed at the unicorn with her hoof. "This is Puppet Strings" she pointed over at the pegasus "And this is Carving Doll. they are my second in the gang. Their job is to keep the captain from dismantling the gang, and throwing us all into the water. Is that right."

Carving Doll flapped her wings for a second and laughed "Right. T' big cunt has it in for t' boss real bad. It's good thin' that sniper be not as good as he boasts."

Puppet Strings waved off Carving Doll. "So very true, but that's not why you bought this adorable filly down here be it. she's deliverin' t' last package, be I right?" Puppet Strings took a closer look at me, her eyes were a bit, unnerving with how they seem to glow. "Aye, Aye, I see it. It just take a moment, and I'll have her ready." The mare tugged at me with her magic to follow her to another room.

I looked back at Victoria and she nodded slowly at me. That was all I needed, and I followed Puppet Strings to the next room.

The other room was filled with cloth scraps all over, along with knives, scissors, and a few bullets. A length of string started wrapping around neck, stretched across from my tail to my head, even fem my back to my hooves.

"Aye, aye, this will work, just sit thar for a moment." I did as she said, and was warped in a patchwork of cloth. It had all gone dark with the cloth over my face, but I could hear scissors cut, and needles and thread weave thru fabric. What ever was on me slowly got heavier as it shifted and balanced. "a little hear, and a bit thar... and done!" The cloth flew off may head and Puppet Strings was holding a small mirror.

In the little mirror I could see what was on me. It was a dark blue patchwork cloak, and that was it. Which was strange, because it felt a little heavy. "It's... lovely?"

She puffed her breath. "Oh darlin', you need t' work on your flattery better. And no, it be lot lovely, it's about as shitty as every thin' here is. What matters be what's inside t' cloak, such wonderful thin's inside. Now go, we've dallied here long enough, and time be short."

"What's inside it?"

"Oh, that not for me t' tell." with her magic I was pushed out of the room.

Victoria was waiting for me in the first room, waving off Puppet Strings after I had walked up to her. Carving Doll was off in a corner, sorting through knives and other stuff.

"Um, miss Victoria Whats..." she had raid her hoof to my mouth.

"Don't worry Star Charter, all you will be doing is delivering this cloak to a friend of ours. It has fireworks sown into it so that you don't draw any suspicion when you deliver it."

"OH! before you go, I got a gift!" Carving Doll trotted over, holding a little handle in her mouth. Tossing it over, I caught it in my mouth, and a blade pope out. "Keep it on you. You never know when a pony needs t' be stabbed." I grinned, folding the blade, and putting it in a pocket on the inside of my vest.

"So who be I takin' this to?"

Victoria chuckled. "Eager, I like that a lot. There's a pony in the back orchard, they will have on a blue cloak themselves. To get in, just tell the guard that your there delivering a letter on the behalf of the Followers of Thorn. The guard will escort you in, you hand over the cloak, and come back here to join the gang."

That didn't sound hard, and I thought I was going to have to kill some pony. "I can do that!" I looked around, and the three mares simply looked back at me. "Umm... I'll do it now!"

I rushed out of the room, the door slowly closing behind me after I was in the hallway. On my way back to the stare well a few ponies gave me dirty looks, but no of them stopped me, or yelled at me for being down here.

Back up top, it was more of the same. Passing through with Victoria must have put same respect for me into them. Not every day a pony gets to walk with an awesome pony. Along my way to the back of the ship, I did feel a few hooves pass along my side, but I learned long ago to not keep any pouches on me, of it will get stolen.

The cargo container homes gave way to a small open area, that was over looked by much taller buildings. There were three levels of the building, with the one in the front being the shortest, and the one in the back towering above the rest of the city itself. On the highest point of the city was were they hanged the flag of the fleet, it was a black flag with a green circle of thorns and a red teardrop in the middle on it. on the same flagpole as the body of a pony left to rot, hanging by the ponies back to legs. It was a warning to never cross the captain.

I could see that a lot of the guard ponies here were looking down at me, so I keeped my eyes down and walked to the orchard. The three big buildings was were all the important ponies lives, along with the guard ponies. The first shorter building was were the guards lived and worked. if any pony wanted to get at any important pony, they would have to get through the guards first. The second, from what I was told, was were they had all the fun stuff. Moving pictures, booze other then cheep rum, and fuck ponies who would not give you a rash. the last one was were all the super important ponies lived, including the captain. It's were he also controls the city, and talks to all the other ships in the fleet.

To get to the orchard, every pony has to go through the middle of the city, passing under the three buildings. The guard's standing in the way looked displeesed that I hade trotted over.

"Scram Kid!"

I stopped. "I umm, I'm here to..."

"Get t' fuckin' wax out o' your ears kid, Scram!"

"The Follower of Thorn sent me."

One guard laughed. "And why sould we believe you. bet cha a little thief who wants t' steel a few fresh apples!"

"I... I'm just here t' deliver a letter, no trouble."

A guard eyed me. "ehh, we can just take t' letter for you."

I shook my head. "Got to deliver it myself."

"now that's a problem... unless you agree t' make a deal, then we can let you in. You can't just get in for free." the guard had a grin on their face.

I looked at the group of guards, and each one was making me feel uneasy. But I had to do this, Victoria was expeting me to do the job, and becoming part of the Corps Brigade would guarantee that I'd get respect in the city. "ah, aye I'll pay... but I don't have anythin' t' pay with."

They laughed. "Oh you have somethin', after you deliver this letter, you will... pay me. But if you turn out t' be a lier, then you eill have t' pay us all... deal"

I didn't like this deal, but I had to do this job. "Deal"

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I had only been in the orchard once before, and that's was when the Followers of Thorn wanted to show us the bounty that Thorn had made for us. It was the same as I remember it, the hole back of the city was covered in apple trees. Red apples glisten in the sun as pony's picked some, and put them in baskets. It was like a different world, were we were not on a gigantic ship, but some place... different.

"So whar be this pony you be here for kid." The guards voice was dripping with contempt.

Quickly looking around, It was not hard to spot a pony in a big blue cloak. "There!"

I bound off to the pony, but was stopped as something held onto my tale. Looking back I could see that the guard had their hoof down on it. "So your sayin' thar be no pony, you know that means you were lyin' before."

Shit, fuck this asshole. "T' Followers o' Thorn will fuck you up if you don't let me go!"

A hoof came down on my side. It hurt a lot. "Sorry, what was that? All I hear be a filthy little ship rat squeakin'."

If there was a good time to stab a pony, this was it. "Then get closer so you can hear me!" I slowly pulled at the switch blade, getting it ready to use before the guard new what I was doing.

"OY! WHAT ALL THIS HERE YA LAZY FUCKER!" It was the pony in the blue cloak. Under the cloak I could see that it was a unicorn stallion with a dark gray coat, and a powder green mane. One of his leg was missing, and had been replace with a fake one.

The guard immediately backed off and saluted. "First mate Scurvy Cure sir, I didn't know!"

"No, you didn't, and that's why you will always be a dog o' a pony. Now, fuck off will you."

"Aye, aye sir!" The guard quickly made his exit, tail between his legs.

I quickly pushed the switchblade back in before the fist mate turned his attention to me. "So little filly, you said you have a letter for me."

I took the cloak off and hoofed it to Scurvy Cure. "This is it sir."

He lifted it up in his magic, shaking it a little. "Always subtle when they want t' be, that what I like about those lasss." placin' under his own cloak, I was waved off. "Go back t' were you were sent from, you did your job."

"I don't think she will." A bunch of the guard came into the orchard, buns drawn. "Can't say I'm surprised, you were never all that loyal Scurvy. But I am impressed how well this plan all worked." An old mare stepped into view, she had a blue coat, and read mane. She had on a fancy red jacket, and a big red hat covered in ordination. It was the captain... I was so fucked.

Scurvy stepped up to her. "T' fuck be you talkin' about Blackpowder Blast? how many times do I have t' prove me loyalty until you stop playin' these damn games!"

She smiled, and motioned to the guards. "When you stop bein' a back stabbin' traitor." The guard ponies tore off his cloak, taking the smaller one I gave him. "rip it open!"

The small cloak was ripped to peaces, and out came many small sticks, and a few electronic parts.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were pannin' t' set off fire works. That, or your makin' a bomb. Guards, take them t' t' roof, let them meet t' others."

A gun poked the back of my head, and I walked.

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Never been in the tower before. It was clean, lacking the rust and rot of the rest of the ship. But that was not what impressed me the most, it was that I could see the hole city from a window. I was told that Blackwater was made from two massive ships fused together but from here I could see it. Sadly I could never take a look for long, as the guards would hit me every time I slowed down.

It didn't take long after that to get to the roof, Salty Biscuit was there, along with two other foals. "Salty what be you doin' here" She turnd her head, not looking me in the eye. "What's goin' on?" I think I knew what was going on, I just didn't want to believe it.

"Get out their you soddin' traitor!" Scurvy Cure stumbled out onto the roof, and a guard pushed him in.

Following was the Capetian Blackpowder Blast, strutting with each step. Her hat used a ribbon to stay on her head, as the wind blew stronger up here on the roof.

"ca.. captain mam, can I get me side o' t' deal?" the fucking traitor stepped forward, but the guards pointed their guns at her, pushing her back to were she was before. "If it's not t' much trouble mam."

Scurvy Cure face hoofed. "ypical, I'm undone because o' a little mare who doesn't know she's been played."

Salty quickly looked between Scurvy and Blackpowder. Her face looked more panicked with each twist of her head. She stopped and pointed her hoof at Scurvy Cure. "Why sould I lessen t' yo, your t' one in trouble!"

He ignored Salty, turning his gaze to the captain. "You've already lost Blackpowder, can't you can feel it. It's now a question o' how much blood will be spilled before your forced t' accept it."

*Bang*

A bullet flew through Scurvy's good leg, and he hit the floor "Oh now look at what you did, I now have blood on me deck... No matter, I can simply get a more worthy pony t' clean it up." Blackpowder's left eye was twitching. The gun held in the red glow of her magic shook just like how her eye twitched.

Slowly I backed up, hoping they would not see me until I got to the roofs edge. I could hear the sobbing form the other to foals, and the nervous tapping of Salty's hoof. Taking a quick look, I saw the captain put her hoof to her chest as she took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the hoof as she exhaled.

Our fates were sealed with a hymn from Blackpowder's lips.

Saint Roseland protect me

Hold your Rifle for all to see

*Bang* a guard silenced the sobbing of one foal. I made my way to the edge, but there was only a strait drop below. And a wooden plank the extended out further.

Thundering loudly through Luna's night

Keep me safe till Celestia's light

*Bang* another foal was silenced. Looking back, I could see Salty cowering on the ground, and Scurvy standing up with he eyes closed

In noble battle did she fall

Protecting us from evil's thrall

*Bang* Salty was forced to sit up right before she was shot. I had no place to go but the plank, maybe I could find something to save me below.

Now she leads us all

keeping us from sinful fall

*Bang* I didn't need to look to know Scurvy was dead. The plank felt unstable, and I could see nothing but the ocean below.

"I applauded your bravery, choosin' t' plank over t' bullet." Turning around I as that Blackpowder had stepped onto the plank. ""Say, if you do somethin' t' entertain me, I might let you live, if a bit longer."

I glanced over at the fag pole, the body of a pony hanging from it was much more frightening up close. I had a feeling that might be what she meant by live a little longer.

Blackpowder stomped on the plank, making me loos my balance and my back hooves slid off the plank. "You know what, It's been a long day, and I be overdo with a meetin' with a bottle, So I'll just cut this short." As I struggle to get back up, she drew her cutlass.

It reminded me that I still had my switchblade, they didn't find it when I was patted down. "I have information, On Victoria. I know where her hideaway is." As I got up, I did my best to slowly pull out the knife.

Blackpowder got closer. "You be mistaken that I care. I just have t' go room by room and flush out t' ship rats."

I just needed her to get a little closer "But you don't know about the" I quietly mumble the words "Fuck you"

"Little filly." She got eye to eye with me. "Whatever you know be worth shit to me."

It was my opportunity, and with my eyes closed, I bit onto the switchblade with my teeth and swung it. I made contact, and felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Blackpowder screamed, and I felt her hoof strike my face.

I opened my eyes to see myself falling, with Blackpowder's cutlass stuck inside of me.

*Splash*

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Chapter end

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