Being on a cruise ship is supposed to be a rather relaxing experience. You get to sit back and enjoy the 360 view of the glittering blue ocean from and equally glittering pearl of a ship and just chill out by the pool all day. Not to mention the food. You can eat all day and there are so many different things you can try and do. However, all of these things could not be further from the mind of the young unicorn mare stumbling through the abandoned and eerily quiet halls of this floating city. Her desperate calls for anyone to answer her and tell her she was not alone dissipate on the def ears of the sailing iron behemoth. As she glances left and right down another empty hallway of the ship her teary rose red eyes reflect the decorative lighting that no one cared about anymore. As she became more panicked and frightened she started to dash through the passages of the ship, her black mane dancing around her royal purple furred face. Despite her plees for help and begging for an answer from people who had now vanished she received no answer but silence from the pleasure vessel turned ghost ship.

Silvia is a 19 year old girl who grew up in the city. She had always dreamed of going on a cruise and her chance came when she won the lottery. But never in her wildest nightmares, would she have though this is how it would turn out. She was now completely alone on a massive ship in the middle of the Atlantic ocean with no one at the helm and a diminishing supply of fresh food. On the bright side the ship still had power and would continue to have power until the fuel ran out.

Silvia had been in her little room for the past few hours crying. She had been in here since she came back from her little exploration of the ship. Had this been a chemical attack? Biological? What purpose would turning someone into a unicorn serve? And why had she not been taken with the others? Could it have been...aliens? She wiped her eyes and tried to take stock of what she had with her that would be useful to a little pony on an empty ship......not much. She had a few grooming implements, brushes and the like, but not much else that would benefit her in the long run. She decided she needed to relocate to a more central position on the ship so that when she started to steal peoples' stuff she could get it back to her new room without having to walk all the way across the ship.

As Sil raided the ship for things she might need, she could almost hear the ghosts of the thousands of people that had suddenly vanished. Their strangled voices, laughing, little feet on the deck, the sounds of a small town snuffed in a single night. She half expected to see the spectral forms of her once fellow humans traveling the ship as they used to. She shuddered. How she desperately wished that there was someone there to hold her close and tell her it was all going to be alright. She opened her eyes and found herself laying on her side hugging herself in the middle of a vast corridor. Alone. She stood sullenly, head hung low and her ears drooped equally as low, and wandered through countless rooms and maze of halls collecting whatever caught her fancy.

It had been a week since the event happened. Sil had come to terms with her situation and was now traveling to the bridge. Despite how much time she had been here, this would be her first trip to the control center of the ship. She had also discovered the reason behind her having a horn: she was able to use telekinesis! She had been practicing for several days. At first she accidentally blew a hole in the side of the ship several decks above the water-line. She had toned it down a bit but she was still kind of clumsy when it came to doing stuff with her horn. On a different note, she was still doing alright on food as the ship was stocked with enough food for thousands of people for several weeks and she was only one pony. She still ate well every night.

Silvia continued to the elevator that went to the bridge and pushed to button with her magic. As the elevator rose, she took a moment to look out the window over the sea and sighed at breath-taking sight. To bad there was no one to share it with. She soon reached the top but then ran into trouble: she needed a code to enter. She then proceeded to blast the door down. Problem solved. She entered to nervous system of the ship and spotted the helm wheel and approached it slowly. The wheel was turning idly as it pleased before she pushed herself up and took hold of it with her purple hooves. Feeling a sense of power, she spun the wheel to the right and felt to ship slowly respond to her command. She stood there for several minutes playing with her 300,000 ton toy ship before she noticed the compass and saw she was heading west now. She had been going south-east before, but it would make since to go back home to Florida wouldn't it? She Duct taped the wheel so the ship wouldn't drift while she was away and left the bridge to go check the engine room.

The engine room was far too loud so she didn't go in there. Instead she headed up to the bow of the ship and looked out over the expanse of water. She felt free out here. Truly free. No one to tell you how to captain your ship, no one to command you what you can and can't do because you might endanger yourself or others. True freedom. She felt high on it! Her horn flaring to life and firing a beam of pure energy into the fading light of the sun's sky. It felt wonderful out here, if only there was someone to be there with her...

Over the next few hours she played with her magic, finding out that you can lift yourself into the air to "fly" if you concentrated enough. She could also lift several objects at a time but found herself getting tired after exerting herself to long. She was also able to shoot 'lasers' (but really they're just beams of un-purposed magic), crushed various objects, threw others and basically explored what she could do with this new magic she could harness. She went to sleep that night exhausted, but glad to know what she could do.

Two days later she caught her fist sight of land from the bridge of the USS Unicorn. She had decided to name the ship so it would be more like a home and a friend to her. She even talked to it sometimes, though it was just so she could hear a voice even if it was only her own. As the coast became nearer and nearer she realized she did not know how to really pilot the ship. As time ran out she trotted from console to console trying to figure out, One: How to slow the ship, and two: How to turn off the engines. After some minutes it became apparent she had no idea how to save the ship from apparent disaster on the rocks of the coast she was approaching save turning back out to sea.

But to her, that was not an option. Land was right before her so she would beach the great ship on a sand bar, close enough to the beach that she could make a bridge over to it. But far enough away from the beach that unwanted guests would have a hard time swimming over and getting up onto her ship. Only minutes later, the powerful ship collided with her selected sand bar. The hull of the vessel shuddered and rocked as instead of plowing waves the tall and proud bow of the ship instead plowed sand and mud out of the way until the ship came to it final resting place and heaved a final sigh as its propellers got stuck in the sediment below. Sil had got thrown forward when the ship was beached, not taking into account the speed that she was moving and paid for it with a nasty cut over her right eye and had bruised her back where she collided with the helm. Other then that she felt Ok.

She spent a few hours making sure the ship was not damaged and was pleasantly surprised to find that everything was still water tight. She then turned her attention to the beach on the starboard (right) side of her ship. There were several hotels lining the beach and a few little beach houses here and there. But everything was empty, it was a nice sunny Saturday and the beaches of Florida were abandoned completely. She went down a few decks and opened one of the boarding doors that was nearer the water and levitated herself down the last 12 feet or so to the water and flailed over to shore where she started to explore the surrounding beach area. She would call out from time to time and that growing sense of panic returned, had the aliens taken everybody but her? Why would they do that? Was there anyone left in the world at all?

After that day she spent a further 3 alone on her ship before she heard something that made her spirits soar and made her feel light enough that she wanted to fly. Singing. That's right, she heard the voice of another living creature. She spent 20 hours that day looking for the voice, and just as she was ready to give up, she spotted another unicorn mare like herself in a store and called out to her. When they finally made eye contact they rushed to meet one another and embraced (although it was slightly awkward as they didn't really know how to hug in pony form). They hugged like they had known the other person for a thousand years before this and cried together in joy that they were not the only one left. Sil invited her new friend Rebeca to come back and live with her on the ship and Beca agreed. The coming years would be tough and full of trials, but they could weather them together, with the support from each-other.

Author's Note

So I wanted to try a different approach to the narration and this is the result. I like how this turned out, but to me the character doesn't feel as personal as when they talk to you directly, but what do you guys think? Should I write more chapters in the third person like this one or stick to second or first POV more often?