I've been exiled for ten years. For nine of those, my life has been Hell. Bounty Hunters, cut-throats, thieves, anything that wanted what little I could scavenge would come at me at any time. And I killed them. I don't mean in straight up fights or anything so honorable. A knife in the back as they tried to sneak into my camp. A snare trap that held them under water until they were exhausted and drowned. Anything to send the message that trying to kill me was a fatal mistake.

And then I managed to win my own place. And by that I mean I killed an unfortunate minotaur with a ship. While I normally left ships to either be stolen or sink, this one had a map. A map to an island that was deserted, too many creatures to turn it into an actual home, and to close to Equestria's borders to be a safe smugglers hole. I raised my black flag and sailed there.

Now I've spent my last year in something that I considered luxury, and I have everything I want. Good defenses, ample food, even a companion in the form of a wild dog who had bonded with me. Now I can live out my life in peace.