The Curse With No Cure

The ship rocked back and forth as Mystic walked to the railing. He sniffed the air. It smells like salt and seaweed. Mystic also smelled something else. It will rain soon enough.

Mystic turned as he heard the Captain's voice from the speaker saying, "Attention, Passengers and Crew! We have sighted a storm coming on! So please take shelter in your rooms and stay away from the railings! Thank you!"

The ponies backed away to their rooms and shut it. Mystic's ears perked up as he heard a drip, drop, drip, drop. The rain has started but it was different. Mystic ran to the engineering room as his instincts told him and stopped as he saw a little flood inside. A metal piece was floating by and Mystic presumed that the ship was patched.

"Help!" Shouted a pony. Mystic turned to see a pony struggling to get his rear hoof out of a giant piece of metal. Mystic ran to him and struggled to let his hoof out. He sighed as he had no choice but to use his magic. When the pony is free, Mystic wrapped his small blanket around the hoof.

Mystic could have gone for help, but there was no time because the flood was coming in quickly!

"Call for help as fast as you can!" Shouted Mystic over the rain. "Our lives depends on it!"

The pony nodded as he tried to run with only three legs. Mystic turned at the hole and took the metal piece. He forced it with his hoof but the water coming in was too strong that he swallowed some of the salty water and oil from the engine. Mystic coughed.

He used all his might to cast a spell that the leak will be closed. He knew he wasn't ready for this but he had no choice.

As soon as the leak stopped, Mystic took a bucket of water to throw it overboard, but instead he fell to the cold water mixed with oil and fainted.