Pirate Captain Anon [RGRE]

It was evening by the time food was brought out and the sun had started to set, casting a fiery orange glow over the ocean. You and all of your crew were completely trashed by this point, staggering about and singing shanties with slurred speech. Like you, everyone else was amazed at the range of different foods and the quality of it, though they were so drunk they wound up wearing half of it. You were all so drunk in fact that nobody even thought to be concerned when the mares trotted out onto the deck, the fact that they had tried to molest your crew and embarrassed the hell out of them was forgotten as the lads spotted them and started laughing.

"Yarrr Harrr, it's the poniieees!" Someone exclaimed, pointing a finger at them.

The ponies, led by their captain, froze and surveyed the scene with wide eyes. You snickered as you saw the evident surprise on their faces, clearly wondering how their captors had turned the deck of their ship into such a mess. You spotted Incognito leaning over to them, holding out a bottle in offering.

"Heeeeyyy little ponieesh, yooou *hic* wanna come and parrrty with us?" He slurred.

The mares, who had previously been so forward and cocky, now looked uncertain and turned to their Captain for guidance.

"What are you looking at me for?" She asked, "If a nice colt offers you a drink you take it! Now get over there and get drinking!"

They slowly sauntered over, still looking a little unsure of themselves but motivated by their captain's words, and began to mingle with your crew. The pirates handed them drinks and began to cheer as they started to hesitantly sip on them, finding the prospect of getting smashed with some alien horse rapists to be absolutely hilarious.

You yourself were chuckling loudly as you observed the scene, too drunk to care at all about the danger you could be in. To be fair though, the mares did seem to have settled down a little, must have finally realised that you weren't actually there for sex.

"Well well, who would've thought a group of colts could get this drunk and rowdy? I thought you guys were all about prissy cocktail parties and trying to act sophisticated..."

You were a little bit startled, having not seen the pony captain make her way over to you, but you recovered your composure quickly.

"We're pirates ye foolish nag, most of what we do is drink" You replied flatly.

She giggled and took a perch on a barrel next to you, a tankard of mead held in her hoof.

"So I see. You colts really are something, not even most mares are as rowdy and aggressive as you guys. We thought you were creatures from the old sea tales who board pony's ships and, well... have their way with them. I'm sorry about how we acted earlier, we all got a little too overexcited and carried away with ourselves"

You chuckled heartily as the pony captain also gave a nervous little laugh. After all the insanity of the day, here you were getting an apology from a pony who's ship you had taken and who's cargo you were going to steal.

"I 'ave to admit little pony, I've never seen anything give me boys such a fright. These lads've gone up against foes who are armed to the teeth and not spared a second thought for their safety, but the one thing that gets 'em quaking in their boots is some colourful ponies thinkin' they're getting laid" You grabbed another bottle, a cherry beer this time, and took a swig. "What be yer name anyways, I can't just call ye 'pony' all night long"

"Golden Sails" she replied with a little smile.

"And do tell, Golden Sails, how ye escaped. I thought Nameless had ye all locked away" You mused.

"Magic" She said plainly with a smug look.

"Aye, s'pose that's what they all say"

Your attention then turned away from the pony captain as you surveyed the scene on deck and carried on drinking from your bottle. The ponies seemed to have joined in quickly and were happily chatting to your crew and drinking with them. Some were gambling or playing cards, and several of them were stood fascinated as they watched a game of five finger fillet being played, screaming out in shock whenever one of the men stabbed their fingers. You also noticed that several of your men had ponies leaning against them or sat in their laps as they petted them like dogs, stroking their manes and scratching behind their ears. You could imagine that it probably felt nice, but you weren't drunk enough yet to completely forget the sexual harassment you'd been subjected to all day, and so you still didn't really want to be petting any of them.

"So..." Golden Sails started, pulling you out of your thoughts again, "What's it like being a pirate? Is it fun? Exciting? With all those weapons you have it looks like it might be dangerous too"

You were caught off guard by her question. No one had ever asked you what being a pirate was like, and you had no idea how to describe it to someone who clearly didn't know anything about piracy.

"I s'pose... in many ways it be miserable, spending weeks away at sea, eating the same stale food every day and being stuck with a wretched group of filthy, murderous villains" She looked at you with some shock and sadness, but you cracked a grin at her. "But there's also the adventure, the thrill o' the hunt when ye spot another vessel, the prospect of plunderin' riches and treasure beyond yer wildest dreams..."

"Aye it's a hard life, horrible at times, but it's a life like no other, and no other life could I ever live" You smiled smugly, feeling strangely content and proud as the pony captain stared at you in wonder.

You took a short time to reflect on the events that had led up to this moment. Your crew had been struggling for months until now, always seeming to have the most rotten luck at finding and catching other ships. The rare ones you did manage to catch barely had enough loot to hold you over to the next one, and you had felt certain that your days would soon be over. As your ship was swallowed up by the whirlpool you'd cursed the day that you stole it, believing that your fate was sealed and you were all going to hell, but now here you were sat on top of what was probably the biggest treasure haul in history, drinking cherry beer and chatting to a cute pony.

Okay, the ponies had never featured in your fantasies of greatness, but the more you sat and talked to Golden Sails the more fond of her you became. You barely even noticed the fact that she was now leaning against you, as you brushed your fingers gently through her long brown mane. It was incredibly soft against your calloused fingers, but still noticeably windswept and rugged from living at sea.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Golden Sails again as she suddenly hopped down from the barrel and grabbed herself another drink from the crate next to you.

"Want another drink?" She asked as she refilled her tankard.

You'd barely drank half of the beer you already had, but since it was a night for celebration and you had a mountain of free booze to go through, you accepted the bottle she was offering.

"Yarr, course I do!" You said, quickly downing the rest of your beer and cracking the new one open.

Golden Sails hopped back up onto the barrel, taking a few gulps of her own drink before leaning back against you as your hand instinctively resumed stroking her mane and back.

"I wanna hear some of your pirate tails" She said, nuzzling your shoulder a little and staring up at you with wide blue eyes. "You must have some cool stories to tell!"

You snickered as memories flashed through your head. Your crew hadn't had the best of luck, but that didn't mean you hadn't had your fair share of close encounters and adrenaline pumping adventures. You picked a tale, one you often told to impress tavern wenches when you were back in port, about the night you managed to raid a harbour and make off with some of the British Navy's fresh supplies. They had chased you to your ship, and the harbour town was alive with the flash and crack of muskets and then deafening booms as the 18 pounder guns of your ship opened up.......