The HMS Transport's Pinnaces landed on the shores which is covered by Green forest with seagulls squawking in the Distance as the Stallions and a few mares among them, in their red uniform and white trousers alongside their distinctive Round hats that have the plume of White and red attached on them, departed from the Pinnaces carrying their flintlock muskets as they stood on their hind legs with boots, Muskets on their right forelegs as they Formed a line with calmness, though some of the Royal marines behind the first line were glancing at the forest beside them, wary of it and the small crew of two Pinnaces did the same, having their weapons out just in case. Meanwhile the rest of the Royal Marines are facing towards the damaged light frigate that bore the tri colour flag of blue white and red, dropped it's anchor at the shores. Unlike the HMS Troopship which was also damaged but it is floating in the distant cautious of any danger. The soldiers from the light frigate, The Voltigeurs, came out and they hastily formed a line with their blue and white coats, White trousers and the green epaulettes on their shoulders and the yellow with green pom pom on top of their shako hat and then others stallions came out and they were the engineers, They have full blue uniform with black shoes as they began building fortifications with haste while some had their muskets on their hooves as they stood guard. As the French formed their Lines, they see 2 more Pinnaces coming to the shores and as those 2 boats landed and they saw this time the line infantry of the British on one Pinnace and on the other carried the legendary green rifles but their eyes were not on the rifles, rather it was towards the infantry. They were immediately concerned as they presumed that Line infantry was The Devil's Own regiment given the yellowish accents spotted on their uniforms in the distance.

"Par Célestia........Sont-ils...Sont-ils du 88ème régiment?" (By Celestia....Are they...Are they from the 88th regiment?) One Voltigeur Earth pony asked, gripping his carbine with caution. Meanwhile the majority of the French engineers are hastily building fortifications that will provide some cover and protection with the exception of few engineers that had their muskets fully cocked, ready to fight, should the British attack, desperation and fear craved on their faces.

Then their Voltigeur captain, a unicorn named Étienne with his light-grey fur and his jet black pencil parted mustache, upon seeing the coming british captain and the lieutenant more closer, narrowed his dark blue eyes and he quickly recognized who they are as he sees that yellowish accent on the red uniforms is not Yellow but Buff even the shoulder belts are buff and the Number on their Belgic Shako Plate being 3 rather then the 88th and he groaned, with his moustache twitching in annoyance.

"Ah, génial... c'est le 3ᵉ régiment, Les Vieux Buffs, et leur insupportable capitaine aristocratique." (Ah, great... it's the 3rd regiment, The Old Buffs, and their insufferable aristocratic captain.) And the rest of the voltigeurs and engineers calmed down after hearing that it was not the 88th but the 3rd regiment but they began to either groan or muttered Curses, remembering The antics of The Old Buffs, especially their captain's as they stood in their lines and the British captain coming closer and closer and the captain was an earth pony in his 40s, His Coat is chestnut brown underneath his uniform with white gloves on his forelegs and his well groomed mane that slightly peeked out of his Belgic shako hat was Ash-grey and his grey-blue eyes expressing calmness towards the current predicament of everyone and the lieutenant beside him walking with caution on his emerald green eyes, was also an earth pony but around their age and he has an olive green coat and Mahogany Mane and then both of the British officers stopped as they saluted Étienne and he returned the salute and the captain offered a hoofshake which Étienne gave while the lieutenant stayed silent, observing the French with caution.

"Quelle façon agréable de se retrouver, n'est-ce pas, capitaine? (Quite a pleasant way to see each other, isn't it, Captain?) The Captain sarcastically asked in perfect French after the firm shake, not giving the unicorn captain enough time to speak as he then continued while the lieutenant observed the French voltigeurs and engineers "Quoi qu'il en soit, je pense que vous savez tous que nous et nos navires devront coopérer, et je voudrais savoir dans quel état se trouve le capitaine de votre navire. Est-il toujours en vie?" (In any case I think all of you know that we and our ships will have to cooperate and I want to know about the condition of the captain of your ship, Is he still breathing?) While the marines signaled the troopship that it was safe to approach.

Oui, capitaine Ashenhoof, Il a été écorché par une balle de mousquet à la tête, le chirurgien panse actuellement ses blessures. (Yes, Captain Ashenhoof. He was grazed by a musket ball to the head, and the surgeon is currently dressing his wounds) Captain Étienne conformed as he notice the rifles, and they are in position, ready to shoot if needed.

"Sacré chanceux. Quoi qu’il en soit, peut-il sortir ? On a besoin de lui immédiatement, avec vous. S’il peut marcher, il peut parler." (Lucky stallion, regardless can he come out as he's needed immediately with you, if he can walk, he can talk.) Captain Ashenhoof bluntly said, and before the unicorn could answer, the captain of the light frigate, another earth pony this time with an ocean blue coat came out, his head was freshly bandaged showing his dishevelled sandy blond mane with traces of blood on his bandages, his uniform was slightly ruffled from the night attack but he wore his uniform with pride and dignity despite everything and the light frigate captain calmly walked towards the the officers and he sees that the British troopship is now close to the shores and he also sees the Lions and among them some large stallions walking down the ramp led by a large lion officer with an intimidating scar, their white plume on their Belgic shako hats being their only distinguishing feature. Marking them as Grenadiers of the British line infantry regiments.

Captain Ashenhoof cut any further delays from the conversation as he told them that there will be a truce as they all want to get out of here as soon as possible, so they will all work with each other for now and the French officers nodded at the idea and he encouraged them all, saying that All of them will forget about this in coming weeks as they will be where they are needed to be by then and the both French captains agreed, having the confidence that nothing will go wrong for they will depart as soon as possible and Ashenhoof ended the conversation saying that another meeting will come and it will be here in a few hours. The he alongside his lieutenant walked back to the now anchored troopship as the British sappers come out and they began building temporary constructions and fortifications and the French officers went to their lines and ship and informed everyone about the truce and the situation slowly calmed down as the soldiers from both nations slowly loosen their formations. Many went back to Quadrupeds form with the exceptions of few who stood guard, cautious of the other.

As Ashenhoof and his lieutenant trotted back to the now building camp with the sounds of the earth ponies sappers hammers hitting, ropes being stretched, and orders mingling with each other alongside the sound of sapper unicorns' magic and the sailors were helping the sappers in building the camp. Captain Ashenhoof noticed the troubled look on his lieutenant. "You don't think the French will hold the truce, Lieutenant Oakleaf?" He asked as he took out his finely made and high quality wooden smoking pipe from his uniform and added the tobacco, and lit it up. A habit he always did with calmness no matter the situation.

"Aye, Captain, I don't." Lieutenant Oakleaf responded in his thick Irish accent. "You know those lads and Lasses are a buncha foxes, They might be smaller then us, both in size and numbers but their guts and brains aren't." Oakleaf said as he turned to see the French Voltigeurs relaxing their pose with the exceptions of the few standing still watching. Captain Ashenhoof nodded in agreement as he exhaled the smoke.

"That is true lieutenant. However they are aware of their worse position that they are in compare to us. They don't want to die fighting here on this unknown shores where there is no help for miles away. They want their death to be worth it but here? It is not worth it. There is also the temptation to be back to their homes and family, safe and not be harmed anymore and that, Love for family and to see them again is a very strong motivator for their compliance." Ashenhoof reasoned as he took a deep breath from his smoking pipe and breathing out the smoke, briefly contemplating everything from the starting of the chaos of French Revolution, the multiple coalition wars, the French republic's transition to the French empire and how the Grande Armée with their emperor dominated almost all of Europe for years and now it's fall.

"The war is coming to an end and that Corsican stallion will be in the mercy of the Austrians, Prussians and the Russians in the coming months. With so many factors heavily against them, they won't try to fight us, especially here. but there is also a slight possibility that they will just not care about the odds against them and will make their last stand but if they dare to do that, they will seal their own fates, whether they survive it not. So no, they won't try to do anything rash" He ended his reasoning as the long trail of smoke from his pipe evaporated in the air with the tents being raised by the sappers.

Lieutenant Oakleaf smirked as he shook his head, Captain's Logic made sense, and it reassured him. "You are quite an aristocrat, sir" He said as Captain Ashenhoof nodded, puffing out the smoke from his mouth.

"That's all well and good lieutenant Oakleaf. Now please go and watch over the company for a while will you? I must go back to our troopship and inform the ship captain of the truce" Oakleaf nodded as Ashenhoof went to the troopship to inform the ship captain, entering the troopship in a few minutes while he turned and watched over the rest of The Old Buff soldiers, giving orders and making sure the soldiers don't get too rowdy.

Author's Note

I hope that this will be a fun and interesting story for everyone!