The Land of the Half-Horses

The Few Moments of Adversity

"ROUGE WAVE OFF THE PORT SIDE!"

That's the first thing I hear after leaving my cabin. Diary in hoof, I try to give order to the chaos. I run to the ships top deck. Luckily Red had things (mostly) under control. He was barking orders like a drill sergeant. If you didn't have an order, he would give you one.

"Get the water off the deck!"
"Lower the sail!"
"Brace for impact!"

Every word he spoke was pained by the piercing rain hitting us. Every moment we stood there. Navigating this storm. We were losing hope. The sea took our crew in seconds. Every wave that struck. They destroyed us. Piece by piece. We were dead before we knew it. But a few weren't so lucky. We made it to the only life raft we had. In hopes it would save us, and it did.

The ship was gone. The storm was gone. The crew was gone. All that was left was me, Red, and two of the deck hands, but it wasn't just the four of us for long. Out of desperation and anger, one of the deck hands killed the other deck hands. We didn't do anything about it. We were to broken to intervene. The last deck hand disappeared into the night. We went to sleep together on the boat, then woke up without him. It was just me and Red left.

It was inevitable. Red eventually starved. It was only 2 days on this small boat, and my quartermaster couldn't even make it. Now I'm all alone. All I want to do is sleep, and hope I don't wake up.

May Celestia guide me.