Daring Do: A survivor is born

by andmos

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Daring Do
Length: 9015

A survivor in a quest to find who she is.

"People do not decide to become extraordinary. They decide to accomplish extraordinary things" –Edmund Hillary (explorer)
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A famous explorer once said, "The extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are."

You want to know how I got my cutie mark?
I'd finally set out make my mark, to find adventure.

But instead, adventure found me. I was a blank flank well into my teenage years as a young explorer. Fresh from the academy and in search of lost relics, I journeyed to an island. Before anchoring at bay, the ship was cloven in two by an unforeseen storm leaving me separated from any other survivors and washed ashore.

In our darkest moments, when life flashes before us, we find something, something that keeps us going, someting that pushes us.

I had to endure both physical and emotional torture in order to survive the island. But when all seemed lost, I found a truth.

And I knew what I must become.
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Big thanks to destinyfreedom.deviantart to let me use this awesome background.

Published 2012-08-24 23:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-19 14:35:27 UTC

Chapter 1: The beginning

Daring Do: A survivor is born

Writer: AndMos

Editor: Slashe720(Note: The editor have I not heard from after the Easter. The job is already taken)

Following story is based on My little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Tomb Raider. All rights and prestige deserved by the respective owners and accompany. This story has no knowledge to the game Tomb Raider and can contain spoilers unknowingly. You have been warned.

BIG thanks to destinyfreedom.deviantart for the awesome background and provide support and ideas in the following chapter.

Chapter 1

"People do not decide to become extraordinary. They decide to accomplish extraordinary things" –Edmund Hillary (explorer)

Daring Do, a golden pegasus with a brown mane and red eyes, looked into her mirror and saw a vision of herself. The adulthood of the mare quickly disappeared when her eyes drifted over her flank. There was nothing: no cutie mark, no special talents, nothing. She had tried everything from spell writing to racing and flying, but nothing helped her to get her cutie mark. Buck that, she was one under the legal age, and still no cutie mark.

As she grew up, she started to get bullied at schools then on jobs, buck, even her parents gave her disappointing looks. Her parents were middle class workers with matching cutie marks. She even tried both her parents’ jobs in hope of getting a cutie mark.

The Endurance was a white colored ship that echoed from the call of the seagulls. She had come on the ship to get a vacation, or in her case, an opportunity to find adventure, and maybe, just maybe find her special talent.

The boats set up towards the sea as the golden pegasus relaxed in her carbine. The prototype engine was eager for the long trip. In the meantime, back at the harbor, a mare and colt galloped to reach the boat that their daughter was on. They were too late to see their daughter before she had started her voyage.

***

The familiar swaying of the ship was calming. The sea was very forgiving of the ship’s maiden voyage. The sun, the wind and the smell of salty air all rushed to fill the golden mare’s senses. Not only was it the first time for her at sea, but she had no parents to hold her to the ground. She was finally free to do what she always had dreamed of. To find adventure.

“Miss..” A stallion voice came to her.

“Please call me Daring. Everypony does.”

“Miss Daring then. We will soon come to the Muerte triangle. I would be pleased if you come under the deck in the event for an upcoming storm there.”

“Very well then. I will walk to my cabin. Thanks for warning me, Mr..?”

“Captain would be fine, miss Daring. I hope you have a wonderful, adventurous trip.”

The captain had no idea how accurate he was in his statement. Daring chuckled a bit and walked towards her cabin to get some rest.

The Muerte triangle was the most dangerous known part of Equestria’s sea. Not only were there many regular storms in there, but the clips and reefs that were there could easy destroy a boat in the size of the Lunar Maiden. Most of the captains, because of that, tried to avoid the triangle no matter how well they got paid.

Many good ships have fallen to the reefs at the triangle. Nopony has ever survived in there. The rumours said that the if you had survived in the triangle, you would be dead in matter of seconds when you woke up and be a ghost that was forsaken in the massive graveyard of ships.

Even then, the captain of the ship took faith in the life of his crew and for himself to test out that the rumours were true. He had hidden the true meaning of the voyage to his crew. They thought that they were in a shipwreck scavenger. This was the perfect opportunity to have some adventure and some easy money to the next assignment.

***

The waves and the wind that were blowing in the ships starboard side hit the boat in full force. The waves caused many crews to throw up and look green in the storm. Daring Do had retired for the day, and let a sulk for the pegasus weather. She had a pair of headphones hanging in her ears, and set the music on high volume.

The rock and bass filled her ears and caused her to doze from the music. Suddenly a large crack and a bump to the wall, caused her to take down the heavy rock and try to find ground. A sudden stop caused her to fell off and hit the wall the second time. This time more forcefully.

She did a growl of hurt and opened the door in her cabin. The alarm that the ship was about to sink filled her ears and let her panic spread out. An exit sign guided Daring in the right direction when she started to galloping towards the exit. A loud bang and a sound of water was coming toward her, filling her with more panic. Finally, she came to the exit and tried to open it. Every exit door had a mechanism that cannot open if the pressure in the other room is lower than the room the door is going to.

The water came closer, but the door would not open. The rage of death came unmerciful and hard. Daring screamed her lungs out and filled with water. The window in the exit was maybe the first thing Daring came by for an exit. She screamed in the water and knocked the window hard and fast. The lungs yelled for air and she soon became unconscious and sank down in the open arms of death.

A sudden grab of a hoof and a gentle breath of fresh air filled her with one more reason to live. A stallion in front of her did a follow me gesture toward her, starting to run toward an end of a clip of steel and aluminum, and jumped toward the ending. Daring ran, but the incurred legs and wings filled her with hopeless feelings.

She jumped for it and saw her savor had come to the front of the ship. She flew toward air to catch the safe hoofs of the stallion. He grabs her, but thanks to the hoofs and to the sloppy hoofs of both, he slipped her hoofs and Daring fell towards the sea of death. She hit the water and fell unconscious.

***

Daring Do felt like her life was changed upside down, literally. She was hanging upside down in some sticky stuff. She was in a dark cave. She knew it because of the sound of her voice was hollow, and there was water, a lot of water. The only known light source she could find was some candles that were burning nicely in some rather alter, and within range for a cocoon that was hanging with her. The cocoon was dark, properly from the age of storing. She was wet and froze of the first sign of hypothermia. She has to get out of there.

She started to swing like a pendulum to use the fire to grain some warm from the candles and maybe wears out the ropes that let her hanging. After a bit of struggle, that plan failed. The ropes were too strong to let her go. Another idea came within range. Maybe she could use the cocoon to let it lit out of fire and use the fire to free herself.

She started to peddled back and forward to the cocoon. Finally, she hit the cocoon with enough force that it caught on fire from the candles. The flame quickly spread over the cocoon and burned it down. A body fell off from the cocoon and hit some wooden planks that were near the fall direction. The fire quickly came in range to some sails that were there. The cocoon burned down, but the sails that was there quickly couth fire and burned nicely, even when the environment was wet and cold.

Daring Do quickly used the flames that where there to burn off the ropes that was stuck to her. The flames burned in her like a warm knife in soft butter. She was freezing and that did it much worse. She was burning up, literally. The ropes that were stuck her let her go, and she fell 30 feet down to the stone covered floor. She hit the floor with her back. She got lucky that she did not hit her neck. However, that did not explain the pain in her left wing.

She looked down to the hurting wing and saw a stick of wood was stuck upon her side. It was impossible to move her wing and it hurt, a lot. She knew that if she did not remove the stick, the wing would never regrow, and she would be stuck in this place forever. She measure the stick with her mouth, and pulled out the stick. The stick was stuck very hard, and to remove it cost a lot of pain and struggle.

The stick went slowly out of her wing. She screamed as the stick finally went out and she gasp at the cold air that she was desperate needed. “I must get out of here,” she said to nopony particular as she tried to calm herself. She started walking into the cave she where in. The wet wall and floor contradict to the fires that were in the gates, placed in some nice candles were burning cozy and provide some heat to the cold pegasus.

The golden pegasus stumble towards some sort of alter. It was very similar to the alter that was in the room she was trapped upside down on. A pony hanged like a cross. The ropes that were stuck in the pony had shown that this pony died a painful death. Daring Do quickly recognize the pony. The brown mane and yellow cutie mark and the horn was quickly recognize by the terrified mare. “Oh Celestia, Steff. What has happened to you?”

Flares that were sticking into the wall by iron holders filled the room with pleasure light, and made a warm and welcoming funeral for the poor unicorn. The golden mare cried a bit when she remembered how they met eths other.

***Flashback***

The boat sour toward the sea like an eagle toward sky. The golden pegasus glared towards the endless sea. A mare with brown mane and a sort of yellow paper walk towards her. She was a unicorn with grace. She had controlled the entire ship register and the economy in the ship for many years.

“Hi there!” Daring locked to the direction of the voice.

“It is very rare to have a pegasus in a boat. What is your name?”

Daring Doo smiled. A friendly face finally. “My name is Daring Doo. If you wonder what I do in a boat, the fact is that I am a very weak flier. I will to Japan to find some adventure and some lost relics. What is your name?”

The mare leaned toward the rail of the ship. She smiled. “My name is Steff, I’m the manager in this ship. All economic and the dairy to the ship must go with my eyes.”

She cockles a bit. It was a silly thing to do. The boat hit a wave hard and force Daring to her knees. Steff laugh loud by this. “What is so funny?” Daring snapped. Steff laugh a bit more then said, “It is very clear that somepony has not sea legs.” Without any attempt, both of them laugh loud of the silliness. They had become friends.

***End of flashback***

“I need to get out of here.” Daring took one of the flares into her right hoof. The glow from the flare filled her with both warm and light source. With it, she quickly saw a sideway into the alter she was in. She started to walk towards the sideway. It was dark, cold and very wet. The flare provides the need of light she currently needed to walk onward.

It was not long to she was blocked in a sort of structure. The structure was made of plywood and steel. It was difficult to see what it was, but when Daring saw through it, she saw a light source that was welcoming to her.

She needed to get though there alive. She tried to pull out the steel structure, but quickly gave up. The hyperthermia had done its job; she could not grab anything smaller than the flare. She saw around the room to find anything to blow the structure to pieces. The she saw it, gunpowder in barrels that could quickly catch fire. She rolled two barrels to the structure, but quickly she thought that if she enlightens the barrels, she could not make it to cover before the explosion.

She saw around the room again. Right in her eyes, there was a sail that could use to light the barrels and give her time to take cover. The golden mare smiled as she put the sail from the barrels to a place she was safe to enlighten. She quickly let the sail have some flames from the flare and let them burn nicely. She quickly after that took cover and waited for the fantastic fireworks of freedom.

The explosion was loud enough to make the cave shake a lot. It had shaken so lot that it was just a matter of time before the cave collapse. The way she took was the way she saw the tiny light. The entrance began to collapse and the way blocked. She quickly entered the collapsed gateway and began to crawl into the hope. She did not saw something was coming behind her. It quickly grabs her hind legs in a way that was embarrass for the golden pegasus. “GET THE BUCK OFF ME!” She screamed. “I’m here to help you, help you to feel good.” It said. Then she gave it a good old buck in the head and quickly entered a local cave water ending. The entrance right after closed when a tomb blocked the way she came in.

She gasped for air, “That was close, that was close,” she calmed herself when she wader in the cold cave water. Never ever, do not swim in water when you are in a cave, a cave explorer said in a book Daring read once. She now understood why; the water was ice cold, she could not see how deep it was and how high the roof was. To do the matter worse, she began to have the feeling of been warm. She couth some water when she gripped the sloppy ceilings. She held the hoof that had the flare high above to save it for later. She started to shiver in the whole body. She needed to get out of the water and fast.

She held her hoof up and feel her thought the ceilings. The rocky feeling make her hoof sore of any different structure in the dark wall of nothing. The glove from the flare had helped a bit in the darkness. However, it was only some minor details that were left behind from the glove from the flare thanks to the shadows and the live flame from the flare had affected the vision.

She stumble towards there she saw some light and cough up water while she swelled some of it. The water was unclean and taste like old waste. She finally got out of the water and walked a bit. She came to a larger cave that had looked like a graveyard of old aircrafts. She saw left to her and saw finally an exit. Steel bars that had been there for Celestia knows how long blocked it. She saw some good old fashion explosives that were in the steel bar. Maybe she could use it to blow that down.

In her right, a wall of water was in front of her. Maybe something is in the other side of the waterfall. She went thought and got even wetter. “Oh, not again!” she complained. Her wet mane and fur would get all the stallions that were single to hit her. However, despite that, she was cold and lonely. She stumbles towards land when she saw the structure. “What kind of structure is this?” she asks herself. It made by plywood and rotten iron that formed a half circle round to the exit. In the middle of it was a platform that where held by three pals that was around it. She saw up and she saw clear skies. So close to freedom, but likewise too far away from it.

She grumbles why she had to hit that stick in her left wing. She could glide, but to fly was suicide. She needs a way through the bars. Some cargos from the aircrafts floated pass her. She then saw some live flames from a flare. She quickly stumbles there and grabs it. The flare she had was useless now as it was wet like her. “More fire,” she said, thankful for whatever the person that left it.

She started to burn the pals around the platform. The ropes that were there, quickly burned into ash as they got a taste of the fire. When the last rope was burned, something came down from the celling’s. It blocked the trash that where flouted nearby. However, the water manages to get through the blockade and into the waterfall. “Maybe I could lite the trash” she thought to herself.

She enlightens the cargo. Lockley, they had only suffered from damage from a fall, not from the water. She then jumped to the platform. Lockley, the platform and the blockade was the same contracture as that blockade went down as the platform went up. The extra weight that Daring provided, force the blockade up to some sort of hanger with the cargo in it. She smiled; she only needed to push it, than the exit will came right to it.

***

She pushed the hanger down as the flamed cargo went to the explosives that where near the steel bars that blocked her exit. The flames quickly erupted into a hell of fire as cargo met the explosives. Daring was lucky as she went to cover just before the fire hit her. The explosion force the cave to lost the grip, as the whole cave began to collapse.

She started to run as fast as she could to the exit. As she went there, an airplane collapses right before her. She did not see that coming, but it was irrelevant for her when she run past it. She had the flare into her mouth and galloped into the light. Suddenly, a tomb blocked he exit. She was thankful that it did not hit her, as she turned left. Right in front of her was another exit. As she started to run towards it, another tomb nearly hit her in the front and blocked the light.

The floor began to collapse in the weight of the tomb. Daring was still in shock as she was paralyzed by the tomb suddenly aperients. The floor collapsed and took her with it. She was sliding down and hit time after time by roots that appeared in front of her. Finally, she got into more upwards. She started to gallop for her life when she saw what was happening in the cave. Many of the construction that where there, was falling down to the floor and collapsed into scrap metal. She saw right in front of her that her exit collapsed. She slide on the floor and got in there in time. As she went out of the slowly collapsing cave, she got a feeling into her hind legs. Someone again held her back. As she turned around, she saw the same thing held her back. “Get off from me,” screamed her as she got a good buck into the things face. She quickly got through, but as fate did have a meaning, the thing went after her. The cave collapsed when he went after her. She would never see it again.

She started to gallop as she saw light. It was in top of a hill, surrounded by cliffs and a deep hole. She gallop for it, and jumped far. She got to the other side, but the stones and the mosses were sloppy. She glided into the hole, struggles to do anything. She grabbed a nearby rot by her hoof as she saw down. It was not a pleasant feeling, as she dropped the flare down in surprise. She was not safe yet, as she heard rumbles were she was. She crawled into the light as the whole cave collapsed. She was determent to come out of there alive. She avoided rocks that were falling in front of her, as she quickly got up the pace. The vision went bluer as she went closer and closer.

She let a grunt escape her mouth as she went out. She got out of the cave just in time. As her struggle for her breath, she saw out over her vacation point. Shipwrecks scattered around the island make the whole thing a massive graveyard of ships. The waves was entered the scars in total force, even when it was a nice day. It was cold, but she was finally out of the tight dark caves. And she knew what she had become…

To be continue…

Chapter 2: How to survive?

Daring Do: A survivor is born

Writer: AndMos

Editor: Mooreb

Proofreader: rainbowithextradash

Following story is based on My little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Tomb Raider. All rights and prestige deserved by the respective owners and accompany. This story has no knowledge to the game Tomb Raider and can contain spoilers unknowingly. You have been warned. Big thanks to my fellow pre-readers, my editor and my proofreader. Without your help, this story would not even exist.

Have you stood on a mountain surrounded by clear view around you, knowing that you had earned the respect for the mountain and for the nature surrounding it? That feeling was like the summary of what Daring Do felt when she looked around for a place to find necessary supplies, like medicine, food, shelter, etc. She needed to go down the mountain, which she nearly had died in, to find all the stuff, and more.

She was afraid of what was lying ahead in the future. Maybe that was the reason she did not started the long march down. On the other hoof, she was exposed to the wild life that was surrounded the island. Either way, she sat there to lick the wounds and to make a plan. She needed bandages to her wing. That was the first priority. Blood that was running of the left wing felt like an hourglass. If she did not find bandages to her wing, she would bleed to death.

Wings, for the pegasus, is the most powerful, yet the most vulnerable muscle for them. If the wings were suffering from a wound, it will take time for it to heal properly. It is also the must hurtful organs except solar plexus. That thing was what Daring suffered right now. A huge pain in her left wing, that was driving her to madness, put a pure scream into her mouth. She did not feel it when she hit the stick, maybe because of the shock. She grunted as she recovers from the pain.

She had to search for medical supplies. She started to climb down while rubbing her wing like an infant. The road she chose was sloppy, hard to walk on, and had more rots that were waiting for her to lose the grip for the rocks that were waiting for her.

The track was difficult to find, as there was not one. The overgrown paths she chosen had filled with wet rocks, high rots and deep holes. Each step she took, filled her with lactic. She often took breaks to rest herself. She had to walk sideways to keep intact with the balance. That thing, and for the expert mountain climbing, cause her to bleed more from her wing.

She winced when she felt the warm blood ran thought her stomach. She saw up from the ground. She had not gone long and she knew it. The three lines were visible in the dawn. She had to get there before sundown. It will be a hard marsh down there if she had that in mind. She pried to Celestia for strength as she started climbing down again. More rots, more stone and more mud, a survivor life concisely.

After lot of effort, lot of blood loss, an unclean dam and some wild guess chases, she finally got to the three lines. It was past sundown. The nightly animals that were hiding in the sunlight came to life in a roar of sounds. She camped near a riverbank with running water. After the incident on the dam, she had learned to trust running water. At least, the water in the running river was clean enough to drink. She drank swallow after swallow with the blessing water. She would need that extra water supply tomorrow.

After she quenched her thirst, she cleaned up all the wounds she had got in the last few hours. She had fallen into a thorn bush, and all the thorns that went into her skin were stuck in place. She winced when she pulled out the first thorn, but bit after bit she got used to the pain. The campfire she had set up, glowed nicely and welcoming. It also provided some protection against the predators around the island. It took an hour to get fire to the woods without proper lightning, but it was worth it.

She made a shelter of leaf and bushes. It provides her more protection and warmth. She made it by using stones to her tool, the only thing she could have found for a proper tool. However safe she was, she was fresh out in the wild. She made many mistakes, and tomorrow would been the proof for that matter. Either way, all of it, even the wound in the wing, could wait until tomorrow. She lay down in the grass and relaxed.

Daring woke up feeling wet. She opens up her eyes seeing that the whole tent, covered in water. She tastes it. It was fresh water from the river. She had laid down in a flooded riverbank. She quickly got up and out of the tent. She was lucky that she had not camped one meter ahead of her. The water there was running fast and the steam was impossible to enter with or without a boat. It had rained heavy last night.

She stood up faster than light and ran out of the water. She promised herself not do this again. She filled herself with the water and stepped onward to the graveyard of ships. The wood was thick, deep and filled with bugs. They were hanging into her like mosquitos for a sweet neck. In the distant, she heard bird songs. It was a lovely day if she had taken the time to enjoy it. However, she did not take herself the time off for things like smelling flowers or see the wonders in the nature. She had to get to her destination before the weather changed.

In Daring’s vacations point, she saw many ships, a lot of them where from the early 18th. She could figure it out by seeing the majestic sails and mast. That and the guns they had in the side of those ships. She was looking for her ship, Endurance. It was just common sense that all she would need to survive was in her ship, but to find it was another story.

She had to track it only using her vision and some blurry memory about where it laid. Suddenly she saw it, the ship. It was broken in two. It had a metal spread over like cities dumps in some bigger cities Equestria had. The waves hit the scars the ship was on, was like an invisible countdown clock. It was a matter of time before the seawater took the ship into the endless Ocean.

Daring heard some voices down in a hole. They spoke in Equestrian. “Do you think the water will bury her? I heard that all bodies will float in the water,” said the first one. The voice sounded like a stallion. “Nah, I just got the order from the boss. He had his fun with her, but now, she only has been meat to the flies. The only thing that they did with her was the usual. You know, that kind of stuff,” another voice was deep down there and it sounded like another stallion.

“Shut up lads, we don’t like to be here when the tides hit here,” another voice from the hole. Daring sneaks slowly to the hole to see what is going on down there. She accidentally hit a rock and it fell down into the hole. A loud thump and some clicks where sounded in there. “What was that? Hello, anyone there? Come out! We are armed and not scared to pull the trigger.” Silence. “Iron, look up in the hole and see if there are anyone up there, Why do I have to do the dirty work,” said the stallion named Iron to the other voices. “Because you have wings, featherbrain,” said the other voice.

That was the clue to hide for Daring. She saw around her and saw a large rock covering the vision of the entrance of the hole. She sneaks toward there and hide not a second too long. Either if it was survivors or thugs, Daring didn’t take the chance to been seen because of what they were talking about. Sounds of wings flapping was what Daring had waited on. It held there for some minutes before it died down into the echo of the hole.

She sneaks in again, this time careful not hit any rocks along the way. “No one is up there. Probably some animals that hit some rocks and fell down here,” “Good, now where is the boss?” Daring leaned towards the hole and saw three stallions talk together. One was orange, one was blue and one was green. It was an earth pony, a pegasus and an unicorn. Iron was must likely the orange one because of the wings. “Right here gentle colts,” another voice filled the cave they were. All of them turned towards the voice and a unicorn with yellow mane, green eyes and purple coat came in vision.

“How bad is the body?” ask he.

“We could not do anything about it. The body is to dead to recover anything more than glue,” Daring winced by that. That was barbaric.

“Can I see the body before we leave?”

“Sure, no problem boss,” said the earth pony.

Daring knew that there was no turning back if she saw the body, yet as a black bag came in vision, the curious took the best of her. They opened the bag and Daring muted a scream. Right there in front of her was Steff.

Chapter 3: Things falling apart

Daring Do: A survivor is born
Chapter 3: Things falling apart
Written by: Andmos
Editor: wildberk
Proofreader: Rainbowwithextradash

Following story is based on My little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Tomb Raider. All rights and prestige deserved by the respective owners and accompany. This story has no knowledge to the game Tomb Raider and can contain spoilers unknowingly. You have been warned. Big thanks to my fellow pre-readers, my editor and my proofreader. Without your help, this story would not even exist.

Tears were scattered around the poor golden pegasus. She had cried longer then she had admitted to herself. After what she had discovered, she was afraid that all of the crews in the ship have the same fate. She was alone and she knew it. However, life had to go on. She would remember the unicorn mare and survive this island for her. She started her tears when the stallions that kept the body had leaved it there for eternal peace.

It was dawn, the red orange light from the sun and the clouds make the whole place cozier that it was. The Endurance was broken in half by the scars that were lying down. Some dark clouds were building up in the distance, but they were to no treat for her and the ship right now. Daring knew that there was a radio communication in the ship and some first aid, but where had to be another problem. Must likely she had to go over the whole ship for the necessary equipment.

She began to search the aft of the ship. The main reason because that the aft rested in the ground. The metal sang when she stepped on it. It was dark and scary when the boat had no life in it. The electric that ran to the light has gone and only the famous EXIT light where visible in the hallways. Claustrophobia hit her when she got in the hallway. Metal wined by the weight of the mare. Daring was proud of being normal weight, however, she cursed herself to being fat as she felled like right there and then.

It was like walking in Manehatten in the dark hours alone, she did not like it. Every corner was a treat of what dangerous trap that was in the boat. Everything from light to darkness filled her with adrenalin. She knew this corridor. It was the corridor she was in when the accident happened. She turned right into her cabin. The green shades of light were her only light source for now, and she had something that would be a large help for her while she navigated in the ship.

The cabin had seen better days. It was evidence that an accident had happened in here, but the cabin was nearly unchanged as if no one had lived there. There was the wardrobe she had her things. It was hiding inside the only mirror in the cabin. She opened it, and there lying in front of her was her flashlight and saddle. She was wondering how a saddle was in her wardroom, but when she ask someone, all they said was that she needed it. And Celestia she needed it right there and then. A sound back from her flank was all she needed to grab the flashlight and turned it on and set it to her mouth.

As she turned, she saw an earth pony that was big, handsome and scary in the light. “Wow, easy there, fellow. We don’t want to kill each other.”
She knew that accent; it was one geek from Manehatten.
“Roger, is it you?” she asked.
“The one and only. Obvious you must be Daring Do,” he grinned at that. What Daring had known from him was that he was good in the history and had experience from all over Equestria. He liked to be the one with the logic and be the one who knew everything about everything. He was quite handsome stallion and the mares were on to him like flies into the light. Daring had her lesson that even the biggest geek could be the most handsomest.

She remembered the day they met.

***3 weeks earlier***

Daring held a yellow saddlebag on her flank. The seagulls screamed, the boats engines roared. Smells of fish and oil filled her nose. Around her, ponies everywhere jobbed on to grain the extra bit they did not earn. She was in the harbor. Right in front of her was Endurance. The boat she would take to a unknown land she has been dreamed on for years.

A stallion with black mane and coat that fit with the black was in front of her. He was muscular and had a snipe in his mouth.
“Hi there fellow, over here! Yes, you with golden coat.”
Daring blushed and trotted to him. The white smoke from Endurance filled her nose with more smells of oil.
“You want to speak to me?”
“Yes, are you Daring Do?”
“The one and only. Have I got in the wrong ship?”
“Oh no, I’m only ask you because of this,” the stallion said while he shoved a computer into her face.
“Um, I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“This,” said the stallion with pride “is the latest technology on the market now. It will be our new map when we hit the water.”
Daring saw it. The computer looked hoofheld and very difficult to use. It was gray and had an bitten apple in the desk. She had heard of computers before. Anypony in Canterlot had heard of it. However, she did not use any of the new technology on the market to help her with daily life.

“Roger, get your flank up to the deck or I will use your tail as a mop to swab the whole ship from bow to stern,” another voice came from the deck.
“Coming Cap. Just welcoming our newest member of the crew,” shouted the earth pony back.
“The boss called, catch you later Do,” and with that he disappear to the deck. Daring only shaken her head for what she saw and heard. It looks like this was going to be an interesting trip.

***Present***

“And that is how I got here,” Roger had seemed upset with how Steff died. Daring had told him how she came here and what had happened after the crash. Roger thought for a moment. He mumbles something under his mouth that Daring could not understand. “Yes…but…hmmm…maybe…no, it is not right…” and so on until he hit it.

“Listen Daring, I have a device that needed to be repaired. A communications device, which can also track the pony that holds it. I need a part that is somewhere in this boat. However, I don’t know where that part is. Nevertheless, I have a blueprint how that part looks like and tools to repair it when I get the part.”

Daring stopped him there. “Wait, let me guess. You want me to find the part and bring it to you so you can fix the device.”
Roger nodded as an answer.

Daring sighted, she did not like where this would go. “Did you contact help with the radio?”

Roger shakes his head and answered, “The radio is destroyed. The only thing that will keep us into any civil contact is that thing over here,” he then shows Daring what the part was, “And that’s the easy part. The hard part will have to mount it into the radio. You have to find the part before we can repair the radio. After the message has delivered, you can keep the device. It can keep us in touch. Are you in?”

The golden mare thought about it. The more and more she thought, the more and more it was clearer. It had to be done. She nodded.

“Ok, good,” Roger said. “When this part is found, meet me here and we will see what to do next.” Daring was about to go when the stallion stopped her. “And please get back here alive. I don’t want to have another mare dead.”
Daring smiled and walked out her cabin with a flashlight and the saddlele. She was again alone in the world.
***
Daring Do was scared. The long corridors, the heavy doors and no light except the flashlight made the ship she had familiarized herself with, a place that could have a murder in one of the comers without her noticing it. Not that it was one of those gangs that were suddenly interested in this ship. She quickly came to the command deck of the ship. She opened the door that stood “Command Deck authorized personnel Only”. She winced when she saw it.

The room that should been there was replaced with a wide gap to the rest of the boat. It looked like the ship had splinted in two in the front. She groaned, why could it never be easy? She looked around and found an alternative route to the Command Deck. A way covered in sharp steal with climbing possibilities that went all up to the command deck.

She jumped over the gap. As she jumped over, she could not oversee the view to the endless sea. It was dawn and the yellow-red color that reflected into the seawater made a beautiful sight to see. Far above, some dark clouds of danger that was creeping nearby the yellow colored sun. It was beautiful in a different way. The moon was visible from the east. It shined weak in the evening sunset. It was a full moon, and the reflex of a mare stared at her with some wise, powerful eyes.

She reaches the front of the boat with a huff. She grabbed the nearest possible thing in her view, namely a metal stick that was stuck in the ship’s fuselage. The stick bent down by her weight. She winced she was not that fat. The golden pegasus started to follow the metal stick to the fuselage. The metal sagged from the weight of her, but never gave way. It was hard to get to the fuselage; she had no grip of the stick as she struggled for her life. Her weight did not make anything thing easier for her, as she was forcing herself to the destination with only two hoofs and the rest of the body went down towards to the cliffs. She pushed and dragged, pushed and dragged. It went slowly and steady, until she finely got to the end.

She got foot grip of her back hoofs when she was on the fuselage. She took a deep breath. She made it so far, now she had to get up. She saw up to the sky. The dark clouds she had seen for some time now was about half a mile towards her and the ship. The storm was getting closer. The fuselage had bolts together that were in visible from 10 meters or less. It was small in sight, but not small enough for the proposal Daring had thought out. Left front hoof up. Left back hoof up. Right front hoof up. Right back hoof up. Rest and repeat.

She climbed up the bolts towards the Command Deck slowly and steady. Suddenly, the road split in half. One went up and the other was to some lower deck. Daring exhausted by climbing up those bolts. The hoof grip was sloppy and it felt like two steps forward and one-step back, like the dance Jenka. She took the road that was in the lower deck. She could easily find her way up to the deck level from there.

When she made it there, a flashing light came from one of the cabins.Curiosity took the best of the golden mare while she walked in to the reflected light source. It was Roger’s cabin. Under the bed was a piece of metal. She looked into the blueprint that she had with her from the earth pony. It looked just like the blueprint, only a lot smaller. “No wonder why he didn’t find this. It was under the bed,” she smiled and took it with her.

She went down towards the stairs. It took bit time to find it, but she did find it and went up towards the deck. It was blowing into a storm. The warm wind that came into her mane warned her to take some shelter in the cabin. Daring had been a weather mare some months before this expedition, and she learned that if it was dark clouds above her and warm wind, it was not too long before the first raindrop fell from the sky. Actually, a mare called herself Raindrop, and the employees joked about that name when it began to rain.

Anyway, she finally got to the Command Deck. She started to seek out the floor and the deck. The Command deck was in good shape, even when the boat hit land. A wheal with some tags into it was front behind the front glasses. A compass that was attest into a pipe was right behind the wheel. It pointed into 35. Daring always wonder how they read the compass when it pointed into one of the numbers. She could understand that W stand for West, E for East and so on. It had many other instruments around the room. Something was also in the middle. A broken radio was to her left, some broken instruments to her right. Nothing so far, then it hit her. A white box with a red cross in the middle was standing there right next to the radio.

She ran towards it and open it. A bandage, some tapes and medicament were right there. She started to fix her broken left wing. It hurts, but it was a good pain. That meant the wing still was intact. A flash and thunder so loud that it leaved her with a monotone high pith noise, she stumbled into one of the ships weak points. The floor fell with a loud slow noise. It literally collapsed from her weight. Daring tried to recover, and then a piece of metal hit her hard on the head. She fell unconscious in a bed of metal. The rain dripped into her mane and destroyed her newly bandaged wing…

To be continue.

Chapter 4: A desperate call

Daring Do: A survivor is born

Chapter 4: A disparate call

Written by: AndMos

Editor and proofreader: Ryde55 aka rainbowwithextradash

Following story is based on My little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Tomb Raider. All rights and prestige deserved by the respective owners and accompany. This story has no knowledge to the game Tomb Raider and can contain spoilers unknowingly. You have been warned. Big thanks to my fellow pre-readers, my editor and my proofreader. Without your help, this story would not even exist.

“We set this over here and done,” the black stallion said. Roger was annoyed with one thing when Daring came back into the room, and gave him a cold stare. However, it was well deserved by the time Daring had explained what it was about. Her left wing had gotten much worse, and all the feathers were now either loose or missing.

Roger was not a doctor, but when he saw Daring’s wing led him to wonder if she would ever fly again after this was over. His job was more in electronics and mechanics section than first aid anyway.

In his hoof, he held a communication device that was fresh out off market. It was small and had an oval shape. It was yellow with some black in the middle. In one of the end was a radio mast that was only one-quarter hoof long. The black screen in front shows some numbers and some text in it. He changed the number to F, F for Frequency. “Let see,” he said, S 3 gigahertz, a-and,” some small noise from the radar confirmed what just had happened, “done. All yours Do.” Roger handed over the radio to the confused mare.

“Are you sure this will work?” she asked.

“Absolutely, this thing will now send the messages towards any harbor within forty miles. That’s far beyond what range we will need to call for help. I also set the frequency to the mayday radar. Therefore, anyone within forty miles will hear this. Just click on the biggest button and you can make the call.”

Daring sighted, this was far beyond her knowledge. She rolled her eyes and clicked one the biggest bottom in the device. She spoke, “Mayday, mayday. This is Daring Do on the ship Endurance. We are stranded on an Island in the middle of Muerte Triangle. We need help and medical supplies. Please respond.”

No response. Only a low monotone sound from the radio. She tried again, more hectic, “Mayday, mayday, mayday. The ship Endurance is stranded in the Muerte triangle. We need help and medical supplies. Please respond.” Nothing came from the other end. She tried again, “Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. The ship Endurance is stranded. We got Wisky, Delta, Charlie, two, foxtra, niner. Please respond to our call. Our grid is Two, Niner, November, Five, Zero, Delta. Please respond.”

More monotone sound from the device. The last she said was in a code she head in a film she saw. They used just the same code, except the last piece of the messages. They were in an emergency and the code was sinking boat with passengers and crew. But nothing came from the other end of the radio.

Daring gave up and tossed the radio back to Roger with a “this thing is not working” stare.

“Listen Daring, I know you are upset,” the golden mare starred in small eyes towards him, “Ok, very upset. However, that is not the point. I need you to find the Boss. Can you do it for us all?”

Daring Do hesitated for a moment. She could do this alone and get herself killed or worse, or she could find help and get everyone of the cursed Island. She nodded as an answer.

“Good, take the radio, I will be here to fix the boat and to supervise the radio.”

“Didn’t you say that the big radio needed this small radio?”

“I said that? Anyway, that thing you found was the memory card to all radio communications in Equestria. I needed that for a moment, at the most.”

Daring could choose to either slap him in the face again or to hug him dearly. She chose the first one. After some swearing and blessing, Daring Do walks off the ship. She had a captain to save.

Daring Do entered the woods again. She dislikes how the sound of waves quickly was mute from the barrier of green. She was alone again. The rocks and sand that were on the beach was replaced with grass and mud. She had contacted Roger for some time now and she knew where she was. In her hoof was the radio she had got from the scrap of the ship. There was one thing Daring thought was good by searching for the radio, she had company and someone to talk too. Ok, she admitted there were two things.

She walked deeper and deeper into the forest. No birds or flies were heard. It was silence. A creeping silence you get when something bad is happening. She had to be prepared for anything while she moves deeper and deeper. One large bang was heard in the distance and many birds flew away from the sound. They sang in a panicking way, “Danger, danger. Don’t go here!” More bangs were heard and Daring started to run towards the sound.

She jumped over obstacle that stands in her way. As she went on, the song from the bird began to be louder. “Danger, danger, don’t go here!” they sang. She slipped over a rock and slides down, as the grass was wet. She had run to a slope and fell down as well as to grain speed of the fell. A hill began to come into her vision. Daring screamed as loud as possible before she hit the end of the hill. She hit a rock as she landed, and drove her to unconscious. Some predators that was nearby, began to circle around her. Suddenly a large bang got their attention. They growled threatening as the one with the bangs began to make more of the sound. The predators retreated as the figure began to make large bangs again. What they did not see, was that the figure also was hurt by them. The figure filled a big leaf with water and treated the golden pegasus carefully. The figure smiled. It muttered aloud, “We meet again, Daring Do.”

Radar Watch hated his job. More than that, it was the worst job in the history of Equestria. His job was to listen on the radar for specific activity in Equestria’s sea. Although fish and pirates filled the sea, none of them was a treat by the normal fishing and travel industry. The pirates’ only goal was to sell fish in the black market. They literally where peaceful, even if they stole the silver from the sea.

His cutie mark was a radio beacon. That did not mean that he was born to do this job. His special talent was to take messages safely to the goal. He was a mail carrier before, and he did what he did best, to send messages.

Radar Watch massaged his eyes from boredom. It was 10am, a quarter of his job time. He sighed, maybe he could take lunch early today. He stood up and removed the ear piece from his head. He left the room with only a slight sign of guilt.

When the door locked, a sign was lighted. It was a warning light that everypony in this business knew about. It was sign that someone had contacted the SOS center. In the headset, a female voice spoke in panic and fear. “This is Daring Do”

To be continued…

Sorry for the short chapter, but it has been a wile month back home.. Anyway, new chapter. Any ideas, plot twist or likewise will be accepted