The sea rises to the moon's glow as the lightning claps along its dance. The stars tried to get a glimpse, but the clouds would not allow, as it cried, filled with rage.

And at the heart of it all, a boat struggling to stay afloat from the water's captivating dance.

The captain shouts for commands, while the crew struggles to follow, as the sea's demands the impossible.

The cargo of the boat would shift and move, tumble and fall. But one stowaway pony stayed silent and still, damped, hungry, bruised, and dying.

The mare wore a hood to cover herself and camouflaged as if one of the parchments of the boat, but for today it was not necessary to hide herself, as everyone was busy above to keep the boat afloat.

She has found a corner in the boat that was sturdy and still, free of objects that could fall or squash her, as well as solitude from inquisitive eyes.

A piece of bread, wet from the incoming sea water from the cracks in the boat, was on her white, muddy hooves, slowly nibbling it away as she waited.

Eyes stared blankly through the distance as she slowly died from the inside; trauma slowly ate her away. She shivers from both the cold of the storm and the reality that was set upon her.

She has lost everything. Her home, her stuff, her friends and her loved ones.

No tears would fall through her eyes, as it was already red and dried out. It was heavy, like staring into the abyss.

No sobbing could be heard, as her body was already weak from fatigue; tired from everything.

Trapped in her trans, the sudden calm of the sea sent chills from her spine, as it reminded her of that time when all hell broke loose in her life. The dark blue unicorn with grey stormy mane, who calls the wind, Storm Bringer.

Slam!

The door leading outside was slammed open, and an earth pony was thrown inside.

Thud.

The old, white bearded, grey stallion limps slowly away as he is bruised and weak. But he would not go far, as he'd end up fainting.

Soon after, a stallion would walk slowly into the room.

~Clack, tap~, his shiny, black boots made as he continued to walk inside, while his dark red cape drags along his back.

Unlike the stowaway, this pony was wearing the fancyest clothes, showing air and royalty as he searched the room.

The mare, wide-eyed and afraid, concentrates on erasing her presence and is left alone.

As she cowered, she lowered her head and peaked through the crevices between the parchments and flooring. She sees the stallions boots getting closer and closer from where she is.

As the tap of his boots grew louder, her fear and anxiety rose.

Her blanked state of mind is now running a mock; now filled with fear and chaos, she did not notice that the boots she was wary of were already in front of her.

She looked up slowly until he met his gaze. " S-Sror-Storm." She shivered.

"Princess Mono Kesu," his reply.

Her memories flood with the horrible things that this stallion has done to her, and she began to respond in return—to flee away from the monster in front of her.

But before she could go far, her hooves were already cought by the stallion, and she could not refuse his grasp as she limped and struggled timidly.

The stallion just stares at the weak mare, disappointed and disgusted. He'd shove the mare to the floor and belittle her existence. "It seems we have no use for you." He threw a curved horn that was white of color, decorated with a very fashionable, white gold handle. "You may have your horn back."

As her horn slid through the floor, her last string of hope broke and her knees gave way, kissing the floor she stands, revealing her unkempt long black hair.

Seeing as the mare was already dead inside, he was satisfied and left her to rot.

As he got out of the room and into the deck, there were his soldiers pointing their blades at the crew of the ship. One would approach and salute the stallion, "General Storm Bringer, your orders."

"Sink the ship." His final words as he boarded back to his ship from the side of the wrecked boat.

His crew would follow suit while shoving back the others who were beging for salvation.

Their cries were heard by deaf ears as the general's ship sailed away and the storm began to appear.

The winds once more whistled, calling the storm to come, while the crew of the wrecked ship struggled to prepare for the oncoming chaos.

The captain, who was on the floor, slowly regained his consciousness, cracking his dislocated jaw. "Damn that heartless peace of sheit of a nobleman.makin me beg... I shouldave spat his clothes while I had the chance."

He quickly picked himself up and began limping back above the ship, grabbing his wide hat, signifying he was the captain of the ship.

Meanwhile, the mare remained lifeless, staring at her broken horn from the distance.

The captain was about to head back up to his crew, until the mare caught his attention.

"All this, for you, lasy?" He limps back and kicks her horn near her. No reaction.

He then left her to aid his crew above, desperately needing guidance.

" What're y'all doing disorganized!? This ain't what I thought, ya foals!"

Thunder crashes, as they continued to fight the bad weather.

The mare continued to gaze at her horn that's in hoofs reach. Was there any point in reaching her horn? It would be best if she just withered away and embraced eternal rest. Rest sounded good in her head; perhaps it was time for her to rest, she thought, but her hoof has already grasped her horn.

She wanted nothing to do with this world, and yet she grasps firmly. Why? She questioned herself. She was already tired of everything; why does she still clench her horn?

She herself was confused.

The storm has caught up and begun battering the already worn-down ship, while the captain struggles to fight their fate with the sea.

"Fight the storm, mateys! Die fightin rather than die fer nothin!!!" Woosh! The waves continued to crash into the boat, drenching everyone.

The captain picked himself up as the boat swayed with the waves, continuously tripping him over. "I have sailed with you my whole life, respected and called you home... Never did I ever thought that you'd be a slave to a heartless bastard!" The captain shouted through the air. Perhaps he has lost it as he faced death.

But then, he'd see from the corner of his eye, the weak mare had stood up and pointed her horn to the sky. And with that, the dark sky vanished and was replaced by pure white that can blind anyone.

As the old stallion lost consciousness from the blast of light, the last thing he sees is the red eyed mareholding her horn and the final clash of the sea and thunder.

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The ocean can be heard, calmly crashing through a cliff.

The blue clear skies that tasted of salt, would be ruined as the seagulls glided through the air, hunting for food to feed their younglings perched at the cliff side, where a lone light tower stood. A path would be seen leading far from the bottom of the cliffs, where a port town resides.

The village was calm and happy, oblivious to what happens outside their village.

The port was wide but docked by a few boats. Fish trades and a few passengers would come in and out of the port to either visit or pass through. It was quite a calm village.

But that soon would change as a very peculiar boat would come by that would be spotted by a guard from the port. The earth pony was curious, as this was the first time he saw that kind of ship that was closing in on their village.

The ship, if one could call that, was all damaged and torn. One can compare it to a ghost ship.

The guard could only gaze at it in awe and fear, which made the guard almost forget his duties. He began ringing the bell as to warn the other workers from the port of an emergency, as they were not scheduled to have this kind of ship to port in their village. As soon as they heard the bell and saw the approaching ship, everyone there took action.

A small boat would approach the ghastly ship to make first contact while the ones on the port prepare a place for the large ship to dock.

Even though the dock was wide and able to port multiple ships. The size of the ship was just that large; it must be a containership of some sort, the port master deduced as it saw the ship.

The old stallion's curiosity would go nowhere just by staring at it, so it would give a command to radio the ship approaching their port on a live channel. "This is Port Irwind, i repeat, Port Irwind. To the unknown ship heading to our port, state your business." The mare at the radio waits for a response, but only static could be heard.

She repeats it once more but gives no answer.

"Captain?" She looks at the port master.

The port master prepared for the worst and informed their small vessel approaching the ship to take extreme caution as the ship has not made contact, while he prepared his crew for the possibility of a raid.

As soon as the small boat was near, they saw the crew cheering, which took them aback. As they boarded the wrecked ship, they found out that this was the reported cargo ship from Shanghay that sank at the Prancific Ocean a month ago, which was the Port master's brother's ship.

A grand welcome was given to the survivors as what has happened to them was a miracle; even the Princess of Friendship, who was the ruler of Equestria, was given notice of this grand event and was to visit within a week to greet and honor the survivors.

"Brother! Welcome back to the living!" The Port master joyously jests with his brother.

" Ay! What makes ya think that the sea would take me? No one would dare touch this ugly son ofa gun!" The ship captain jests back.

"True!" And their banter continued as they celebrated at the local bar of the town.

The town seized their activities and celebrated in this joyous occasion, making the dull port into a busy and lively one.

"So brother, why make port here? Irwin is the last place you should've ported in. Why take this long journey? Surely it wasn't because ya missed me? Hahaha!"

"That's how much I love ya bro, hahaha! But kidding aside, this is the safest port I can land the damn thing," he replied to his brother.

This made a port master more curious and worried about what his brother had just said.

" Ya couldn't make port in Zebrambwe or Sadlearabia? Did you get into trouble again?"

"Aye, but not in the way ya think of brother, that I promise ya; this was not our fault."

"I see... you need to port in Equestria... then perhaps a more private occasion then, probably next week, when the princess would visit and greet you personally. Perhaps she should hear about this?"

"Absolutely, brother," he replied seriously.

"Hmm... Then I should return to my duties then. Don't fret, brother, you are safe here. I will protect you, so enjoy and have a proper rest; you deserve it! Let your brother handle everything."

"Oh, but before you leave, I would like to introduce to you my adopted daughter, Eraser." As soon as he mentioned her name, a mare cloaked with a dark hooded mantle, a dark see-through veil covering her snout downwards, a black tiara probably made from obsidian covering her forehead, and garments made for naval wear appeared at his back.

This creeped and alarmed the elder brother, who began to draw his weapon, a pistol.

But before he could fully draw it, a knife was stabbed in the middle of the table, which paused the port master from making any moves.

He'd stare to take a better look at her, but the more he did, the stare of the mare became more alarming.

He'd surrender and go back to his seat. "You've got quite a daughter there, brother. Are you sure she could be trusted?" he asked.

"I'd give my life fer her. Is that enough proof fer ya?" He answered.

"I see... Then, I consider her my niece and part of the family then. It's best that we introduce her to the rest of the family."

"Yes, that's part of the plan, brother, but it can wait."

"Indeed. Then if that's all, I'll be taking my leave. Take care, brother." He'd stand up once more and leave, but would take a final glimpse at the mare. He could only shrug off the uncomfortable feeling she permeates.

"Eraser." The captain called to her once more and invited her to sit beside him.

" Ya got ta stop doin that, it's creepy even fer me." He'd then give her a glass and pour some cider into it.

"It can't be helped," she quietly replied after chugging down the cider.

"So, how is the village? Is it to your liking?" The captain asked.

"No, it seems they too side with Storm Bringer. I cannot stay here."

"Then tomorrow night we leave."

"And where do we go, might I ask? Equestria was the last place we could ask for refuge and help, and they side with the bastards." She took another jug of cider and drank.

The old captain would grab the mysterious mare's shoulder and grab her attention.
"Our loyalty is to you, Kesu; never forget that. Where you go, we go."

She'd just gave a look to the old stallion as she continued chugging it down.

She'd put the jug down and look at the empty cup. "You need not join me, as the bastard who dared kill us is gone. Your revenge is finished; you don't need to join my travels."

"Yes, we do, for we are family. Our revenge is not finished." The stallion poured another cider to her empty cup.

The mare smirked and gave a deep, big sigh. "You've grown old, father."

"And you're as disrespectful as the rest of yer brothers."

Both gave a toast and drank another jug.

"So, does Uncle have an offspring, or is it inherent to you're bloodline, forever a stud, a dud to the mares?" She asked the old stallion.

"Ha! This was my choice, young one. I married the sea, and don't you furget it!"

"And got betrayed and nearly got killed multiple times by your lover."

"Hey, don't you dare talk to yer mother like that! She may be a beach, but she's still yer mother, AHAA!"

"You crazy old hoot." She giggled as he tried to hold her laughter.

The old stallion smiled and felt victorious for making her at least smile and giggle. "And my brother? Nah, he has a son; he couldn't take being an island; that's why he's stuck at the port, ya see?"

"Oh? Then why didn't you get one?" she curiously asked.

"What's with you with all these questions all of a sudden?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. If I'm going to be your daughter, I might as well learn about you, right?"

"Well, I know that yer up to something, young mare. Hm... And besides, why would I want another family when I have you colts and filly ruinin my ship? My hooves are already full from ya." He grinned and smiled widely.

The captain would stand and take his last cider for the night. " Anyway, im gonna head ta my bed and sleep; no need ta drug me with more boos as you know its bad fer my liver. Just don't forget Kesu-"

Slam! 2 bags was put on the table, and everyone in the pub became silent.

"- you're, Redeye Erase-er!" Everyone cheered and raised their glass of cider.

"You know where we are, little pony; your family's got yer back. We'll be waitin." The stallion left, and the rest continued their merriment, while the wayward stallion held her emotions in and picked up her bag before leaving the pub.

Author's Note

As can be seen, the princess of friendship is considered the ruler of Equestria and not Celestia, hinting that the world has seen her as a ruler and is post gen 4.

Update:1.1
Sorry, made some minor adjustments as I thought that I finished this chapter...
I'm 99% sure now that it's complete and won't be editing now

Update:1.2
Added more details to the characters as i noticed they were lacking of color and mane and hair details.