Author's Note

cant put cover art on the story keep getting: 500 - Internal Server Error
it might be because its a jpg. enjoy the story.

Waking Up 1

I wake up to darkness… The cold unforgiving darkness. I open my eyes and look up and see the moon. On the moon there's a unicorn. It takes me a minute but I start to see distortions like the moon is moving. No wait, I look closer and see it looks like the underside of waves. I start to ponder ‘Am I under water?’While I ponder, I start to hear a very muffled voice in my head saying (“swim”) over and over. After a second I start to swim to the surface. I feel my legs kicking with way more force than I'm used to. Moving in New ways I am not used to. I start to go look at my legs. Then suddenly think, 'That can wait, I need to get out of the water.’ When I get near the surface I have the sudden urge to go back and that it’s not right for me to leave. Like the water is calling me. And The bottom is pulling me towards it. I look down and see chains. I start to give in and start to sink again and let the chains pull me, but I hear screaming and someone begging for me to swim. So I start to swim again with renewed vigor and when I'm nearing the surface hear something like chains snapping. When I break the surface of the water, I cough up lots of water, hopefully emptying my lungs.

‘Ugh, what happened the last thing I remember, I was sleeping in my bed.’

I look around and see that I'm in the middle of the ocean.

‘While this isn't good’ I then notice I'm not swimming and I'm floating on the water. Like a fishing bobber. I try to stand up and fall on my face and spit more water out of my mouth. ‘Wow wasn't ready for that’ I lay there a while until I felt that I could get up Without coughing up a lung.

“Why can't I stand?”

I look down at my arms and see polls. And to see that my hands were gone. in their place are hooves. ‘Where are my hands?’ I started to freak out and I quickly looked down to my legs to see I also lost my feet. ‘Where are my feet?’ When I take a closer look my feet and arms have a red stripe starting at the end and going up about four inches. With gray fur going farther up. I start to think that my feet/hands look like hooves at this point and think. ‘I'm I a horse?’
I look over my shoulder feeling my neck move way more than it should. I shudder, ‘man, that's going to take a while to get used to.’ And see yes I'm a horse no, pony I'm too small for a horse. Then I look higher on my body and notice a flat, almost deck-like rectangle with four small boxes and one big box on one side of the rectangle. The deck goes off at an angle so it's not facing directly at my neck. But facing about to the left of my neck, ‘man that's weird. Why do I have a deck on my back?’ I try to stand on all fours so I can try to remove the deck on my back. I fall a couple times but finally get on my hooves and water goes up to my stomach? Barrel? I shake my head and try standing once more. Once I'm standing on my hooves the best I can, I started to reach over to mess with the deck and hopefully remove it, when I hear a voice, one from nowhere and somewhere.

(“Hey”) ([“we got the flooding under control captain”])

“What do you mean you got all of the flooding under control? Wait, who are you? Where are you?” I look left and right and see nobody.

(“Hey”) ([“I'm part of your crew captain.”])

“What do you mean part of your crew? How can I have a crew?”

(“Hey”) ([“your part ship, captain.”])

What do you mean I'm a ship? I don't look like a ship. I look like a pony and I also still have memories of a life before this. I had a family, A job, I was born, not built, The last thing I remember was being in my bed at home.

(“Hey”) ([“i will show you then. Look at your back, on your deck.”}) *POP*

“I look at my back and see a very small pony on the deck. Ok maybe I am a ship or at least part ship even though that's hard to believe.” Pain shoots through my head. I get rushed with memories. “Ugg…” ‘I remember being built in Quincy, Massachusetts, And going to the war… These are not my memories. These are the Lexington the aircraft carriers memories.’

(“Hey”) ([“Are you ok captain?”])

“I'm ok, just some memories. Umm damage report.”

(“Hey Hey”) ([“all of the main generators for the power are flooded and damaged from the water. so we can’t use the elevators or radar. Right now all the emergency generators are being used to keep you awake and alert. We also have one of the hangar bays, the one near the elevator flooded. That's not to mention the two flooded turbines that are flooded so we can go only at half speed.”])

Thats bad when do you think the four main Generators will be fixed?

(“Hey”) ([“in about five ours or at about 6:00 am captain.”])

“Just uhhh...” ‘What should take priority?’ ‘should it be the flooded hanger bay, the generator, or the two floodid steam turbines… I think it should be the generator. I need the elevator and radar working so if I get attacked I'll be able to retaliate. Without the elevator I'm defenseless and my secondaries won't do much with their range. the hangar bay second because that hangar bay has half my torpedo bombers and two thirds of my fighters.’

“focus on the generator and flooded hangar bay.”

The little crew member salutes and disappears with a pop.

Wait what? Why did I say that? Why did it feel so natural? What's a radar? I start to panic again when exhaustion hits me like a torpedo. I layed down and passed out hopefully getting rest for the night. When I wake up it's about 7:00 am “man I had the weirdest dream I was a pony on the sea, yhawn, and I had my own crew…”

(“Hey”) ([“morning captain.”])

‘wait that wasn't a dream’ “uhh… Morning, how's the damage?”

(“Hey Hey Hey”) ([“the damage was minimal and we were able to fix the generator which took a bit longer than expected but they are almost fixed. About another 15 minutes until the main generators are fixed.”])

“Glad that the generators are almost fixed. How is the progress with the flooding going?”

(“Hey”) ([“So the hangar bay is almost unflooded. It needs another hour until the waters are gone and another 2 before it's safe to enter.”])

“Oh the flooding in the hangar bay is almost gone?” I look down and see that the water has gone lower on my side. I try to stand on my hooves, The water line is only going a little past the halfway point on my legs now. It means I will be able to go soon.

“I'm going to head west.” I waited about 20 minutes, until my EO gave me the all clear. I start a slow trot going 20 mph slow because two of my steam turbines are damaged from flooding. About 3 hours later…

(“Heey”) ([“Uh... Your not going to like this captain”])

What do you mean I'm not going to like this?...

(“Hey…”) ([“You'll have to see for yourself to understand captain. I'll bring it to the deck.”])

“what do you mean it's best if I see for myself?” right now I'm very confused why my EO (executive officer) is talking like he's very uncomfortable with the topic. He's acting like I'm going to punish him for something.

*POP* I stop and look over my shoulder to see my EO holding his hat to his pony chest. With a worried look on his face. Looking down at the deck's elevator.

I see my elevator going down. After a moment the elevator comes back up with a foal on it curled into a ball on it. This foal is bigger than my EO, and has Pegasus wings. With three metal rods sticking out of each of his front two hooves. The metal rods would be facing the ground if the goal was standing. The bottom of His hooves are a rubber color. While the fur going from his hooves to his stomach is a light blue. While the rest of his fur is a dark Navy blue with a metal shine. The foal is shivering and is soaked.

I stood there shocked.

(“Hey”) ([“I think he's your foal captain.”])

I stand there not fully processing what my EO said.
“What do you mean he's mine!?!?”

(“Hey”) ([“That's what I think captain. I mean he's a plane that has turned into a pegasus foal.

“Are all my planes like this in that hanger?” I ask, a little panicked. ‘I don't feel like I'm able to take care of that many foals.’

(“Hey”) ([“No just this one captain.”])

“Ok then why is this plane a foal?”

(“Hey”) ([“I really don't know captain…”])

“What do you mean you don't know? Is he at least ok?”

(“Hey”)

“Then get him to a repair bay. Is there anything else that's out of the ordinary from my flooded hangar bay?”

(“Hey”) ([“captain there's tiny tims and mini rockets in the hangar bay that was flooded.”])

“What do you mean there's rockets in my hangar bay? I don't hold rockets.”

(“Hey”) ([the rockets are damaged from the flooding. There's a chances of them exploding, our Transfer officer (TO) with the Safety observer (SO) are going to take them apart and see what we can salvage])

“Well make sure they don't explode while you're taking them apart. Hey, since the elevators are working do you think we can send some planes out to look for land?”

(“Hey”) ([“yes i'll send a fighter group up for you to scout.”])

I start to trot again heading east. on my deck Fighters with folded wings come from the elevator and go to the back of my deck one at a time. Eventually there's three fighters on my deck. My crew unfolds my fighter's wings getting them ready for take off. I look over my shoulder. “Hey, can we get another two fighter groups up here to do defense. For all we know we can be in hostel waters." After I said that another six aircraft come up my elevator and go to the back of my deck. Once I give the order the six fighter planes take off and start to climb to circle me. [They will do so for seven hours.] Once they get to sufficient height in their climb a bright flash consumes the mini planes. Once the flash is gone the planes look like they grew in size to their proper sizes. After about thirty minutes of trotting west I start to wonder why my scouts haven't taken off yet.

“Why haven't my scouts taken off yet?”

(“Hey”) ([“captain you haven't told them to… Also you haven't set the perimeters for their mission/scout.”])

“Oh that's why they haven't taken off. Well can they head west and look for land then head back to me to land and refuel. Don't risk combat, avoid it the best you can but if you have to fight then fight. After I'm done saying that the planes take off from my deck heading the same direction I was heading.”

About 2 hours later with the scout planes…
The planes are about to turn around when they see land. The planes go to the land and start to fly along the beach and are able to see a city that looks a lot like baltimore. They turn around to go back to the career excited that they found what they were looking for. The planes head back unknown to them; they were spotted by a pegasus that was at the beach.

Back with me/I

I'm trotting west. Humming Discord's Lament, singing it in my head. When I hear my EO

(“Hey”) ([“captain we have repaired the foal and he just awoke and he wants to see you”])

“The foal is awake? Well bring him up.” ‘I'm Excited to meet the foal but also very nervous. I've never had a kid before but I have had brothers and sisters now that I'm thinking about it. A question comes to mind a very important question. Am I still male?’ I look down and see yes I'm still male. I start to think about names for the foal while I'm waiting. After about another minute the elevator is coming up. I look at my elevator to see my foal on it. “Hi little one” I say with a smile trying to be approachable. “Hi Dad, what happened to you? You look different. You have completely changed. I mean you used to walk on two legs. And you didn't have a muzzle. Then again I have changed to I didn't look like this before. I also wasn't able to move on my own like this.” he says with an Excited expression on his face. While he was talking he was constantly moving like he wasn't able to stay still.

“What do you mean? You have seen me before I was changed.” I say with a confused look.

You don't recognize me? it's me bare bare. Remember your friend. from when you were a baby. Your mom gave me to you to help you through your nightmares.

I stood there shocked by the sheer fact that. not only have I been sucked into wherever this is and changed into a pony. But my stuffed toy I used to sleep with has become a foal or colt to be more exact. But the fact that my toy has come along for the ride. To wherever this is. I stood there for a while. After about a minute a thought came to mind. That made this craziness of the past day a little better. And took a bit of weight off my shoulders. At least I have a friend in all of this craziness. “Hey bare bare I'm going to change your name to make it easier to say how about BB? Short for bare bare.”

“That can work. Do you know what I have turned into?” Says BB with a curious look.

I take a closer look at BB and see that he looks a lot like the fighters I launched earlier. “I think you have turned into a hellcat fighter. hey EO what do you think?”
(“hey”) ([“yha, that's how we repaired him with hellcat parts and a small bath that was in the hanger bay.”])

“Hey dad, what's your name? I can't seem to be able to remember it. Whenever I think of it it comes back blank.”

I tried to think about what my name was but nothing came back. when I thought of when my mom called for me to do the trash. The name is simply not there in the memory. I know my mom called my name but my name is simply not there, just silence in its place. “My name my name is.” a name came to mind “Fox Spirit.” I started to trot again hoping that my scout planes found some land or civilization. 1 hour and 30 minutes later I look up to see my scouts returning to me when they get close and a bright light envelopes them. Turning them back into very small planes. I slowed down a bit so they could land. Watching them land is the coolest thing. Once they land they go back into the hanger to report their findings.

(“Hey”) ([“the planes came back and theres land west of here keep going this way and you'll be at land by morning.”])

“How come you're not on my deck are you in my mind?”

(“Hey”) ([“I can talk to you on the command deck, sir.”])

“Can you talk to me this way for now on, and please call me Fox. how's the reapers on the turbines doing?”

(“Hey”) ([“we managed to fix one by taking parts from the other but that other we can't fix without a resupply.”])

As soon as my EO says resupply my stomach growls. “Does eating resupply my stuff?”

(“Hey”) ([“yes”])

‘That makes no sense then again everything now doesn't make sense.’ I shake my head back and forth and continue trotting east.