Fallout Equestria: Pirates of the Wineighgos

by Gallant Aegis

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 519

Piracy, Pleasure, Sex, Slaves, Rads, and Raiders all exist in abundance and more in the Wineighgos, as long as your willing to risk it all for Fame and Fortune, and for one Unicorn the key to this chance has been taken, only question is she Lucky?

Welcome to the Wineighgos, this little slice of Celestia's shitty green sea is the home to thousands of (un) fortunate ponies to have been born on a archipelago full of Pirates, Sea Raiders, Cannibalistic Tribals, and monsters beyond fathom, and that is just the nice folks out here, but this story is that of one Unicorn, Scarlet Seas, would risk everything for a chance to set the books straight and maybe make some money for the trouble. With a Crew behind her how could she not succeed…only time can tell. And time ain't talkin…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-03 18:35:54 UTC

Chapter 2 Crew and Clauses

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Chapter 0 Forword

     Before I begin to tell you my story I need to make it clear, I mean crystal clear. I am not a Hero. I don't do "Thrilling Heroics" like a "Big Damn Hero" I don't do things because of some righteous religious calling to action, or because its just the right thing to do, or even simply because doing good pays well. It doesn't mind you.

    I do things because I have to, because in the Wineighgos there are two things what a mare can do, and what a mare can't do. Like for example I can buck across the face this smarmy merchant for trying to undercut me on some stolen rum, but I can't let my crew starve to death because I chose to find a better buyer elsewhere. So keep that in mind when my decisions seem questionable, the alternative was not an option available to me.

   But anyway Introductions, Name is Scarlet. Scarlet Seas and I am a number of things, I've been called Criminal, Pirate, Fool, Friend, Lover, and Leader, and this is my story, a tale of...nah I won't spoil what lies ahead for all you lovely mares and stallions looking at these words.

   All you need to know is that everypony dies in the Wineighgos but not everypony lives.

Chapter 1 Flotsam and Jetsam

  My story begins on the tiny little island of Manila a forgettable little rock far away from the centre of the archipelago. The Morning that this adventure began like any other, trying so see through a cheep rum induced hangover, ah Rum is it not the greatest of drinks... Any way I stepped out of the tavern on Manila the town looking as squalid as the night before, tired out and damaged buildings from before the war that ravaged the mainland, the town was a small colony before the war and the buildings reflected that mostly wooden buildings piles of storage crates everywhere in sight, I began to walk down the wooden board walk of the town to the beech that fronted the town.

   Now I know this story isn't that interesting and seems like a pointless exposition dump and I say to that shut up I'm telling the story and this has a point.

  Walking out on to the beech nothing untoward yet, though by now I would think you wonder why? The honest answer is I don't remember I think that it was to look for stuff to scavenge and sell to the local merchant you never know what will wash up, scrap metal, wood, tinned food, sometimes other useful items. Though sometimes a body washes up on the shore, which is exactly what happened this morning while walking down the beach a real nasty corpse washed up.

I approached this poor soul, it vaguely resembled a pony in appearance hard to really say seeing as it was missing big patches of skin and looked pretty rotten, it had wings missing a lot of feathers, like almost all of them