Captain's Travels

(ambiance)

The sky was pitch black despite the clock marking noon, a storm had hit without warning and now darkness blotted out the very sun itself. In the distance a water spout began to form and lightning cracked across the sky as thunder rolled past the ears of the men unfortunate enough to be caught in the nightmare weather. Barely visible lights blinked on the fringes of the horizon as sheets upon sheets of rain slammed the one attempting to manuver the boat against the pounding waves in zero visibility.

A wave crashed against the side of the boat and nearly sent the green clad sailor tumbling overboard, and into a watery grave. A thin piece of twine was all that kept him anchored and out of the frigid waters below. As his head whipped back to the cabin he could see the shrouded figures of his crew huddled within. A sudden splashing at his backside returned his attention to the task at hand.

Lightning cracked across the sky and a mammoth shadow loomed on the horizon. A massive cargo ship had passed while his attention was occupied.

"Chinga me con un nopal." [Fuck me with a cactus]

Twilight Sparkle raced about the library like a madmare. Pinkie Pie had recently gotten a requesition in the Cloudsdale weather factory passed, with a signature from the princess and suspiciously "misplaced" bits, to enchant some clouds to be made of cotton candy and rain chocolate milk. Unfortunately an accident had occured and now a storm of enchanted clouds had spread all over Equestria, not only that but miscellaneous, alien objects now littered the country in the storm's aftermath.  This had been going on for weeks without anypony being able to dissipate the destructive tempest. That is untill she got a crack at it. The library had been closed early and Twilight had lit several candles as the sky outside had darkened considerably leaving the only source of light the dimly flickering candles.

CRACK

A bolt of plasma ripped across the sky giving an erie facade of the noon day sun which faded as soon as it appeared, but not before its echo rolled through the very foundation of the library. The wind howled outside and a tree limb tore loose crashing into the soft mud outside. Twilight ran to her balcony to survey the damage and prayed that nopony had been hurt. Before she could reach the glass sliding door to her balcony, a stone tore through the transparent pane showering her with crystalline shards. As Twilight neared the hole, a violent wind whipped itself inside extinguishing all of the feeble flames within. Only now did Twilight notice the rain drenching her coat and soaking her mane. Her eyes stung as she tried to meet the storm's presence with a gaze, and failed pitifully, unable to open her eyes for more than an instant before the pain began again. With an unconscious lick of her lips, salty she thought, before her horn began to glow and all of the scattered glass shards began to reform the once broken door. A few moments later and the gaping hole was closed and a barrier was erected to keep the situation from repeating itself. Twilight turned her attention to the stone currently lodged in her far wall, with a forceful tug of her telekinesis the rock was removed and floated over to her. A shell? She didn't know of anypony who colected them and as to how such an object reached the town nestled so high in the mountains was beyond her.

"Twilight," came the voice of Spike whose quaver threatened to break him to the floor.

"Spike," the lavender mare replied as she quickly embraced the young drake.

They both broke down and wept in each others grasp, one out of fear of the storm and the other from the concern she felt torwards her friend.

Insane cackles bellowed from the green-clad sailor as the bow dipped into the sea sucking the rest of boat along with it for a tense moment water flooded the deck as it inclined deeper into the water. BOOM. The point of the ship erupted out of the surface of the raging sea while the seaman felt a sudden warmth between his legs grow. He turned his head torwards the cabin and felt a slight tug at his ear, his phone had miraculously continued working despite the repeated abuse it had taken that day and was still pumping out his music.

He looked up across the churning expanse that had nearly claimed his life, and saw lightning spiderweb across the sky. A short prayer later and he was once again focused on leading the ship to safe harbor. The shouts of his crew rang out above the howling winds only to fall upon deaf ears the only response he gave them was a hatchet clutched in his raised hand defiant of the storm around him.

CRACK

A powerful, blinding bolt exploded from the heavens striking the sailor without remorse. With that, he was gone, only a charred smear marked his existence.

Twilight sat in the den holding Spike in her forelegs, his chest gently rising and falling in synch with her own, as the rain pounded her barrier. Lightning still flashed outside but nothing like what had struck earlier in the day. She watched as the light flickered in the distance,out of the corner of her eye she could've sworn she saw a strange silhouette. Like a pony standing on two hooves only rounder, she toyed with the notion that it was one of the humans Lyra kept ranting on about but quickly dismissed the thought.

The sailor had felt a brief nothingness, and contemplated if this was what Hell was like. A sudden wind blowing past his head and a sharp crack below him quickly confirmed that this was indeed Hell. A slight haze fogged his mind, but that was quickly dispelled as the ground rose to meet him. The soft mud cushioned his landing, unfortunately the branch that had previously been supporting his weight didn't.

The first thing he did was preform a quick check to make sure everything was still in order:

Arms, check

Legs, check

Glasses, check

Green rubber pants w/matching jacket, check

Hatchet?,check

Phone still playing his music, check

Wallet, check

Testicals 1-2-...3, ok check

And a bonus shell in his boot yay.

Everything appeared to be in working order.

Now for the hard part figuring out where in Hell he was.

"Dios, ¿por qué me odias tanto?" [God why do you hate me so much] The man in green asked torwards the sky.

Twilight had levitated the now sleeping dragon into his basket, lit a candle and continued her research into the enchanted clouds. There she sat, reading, as the distant sound of rain assaulting her barrier continued; for a brief moment she thought she had heard a thud at the door. Thud. Another now she was sure she had heard somepony at the door. That was impossible seeing as how she had the barrier erected. Cautiously Twilight stepped torwards the door each plodding step was heavier than the last making the short trip to the door drag into eternity.

Once at the door only her short, haggard breaths could be heard through the rain's constant drum on her barrier. The infinity that constituted the brief trek had ended; Twilight's heartbeat was pounding in her ears, and rivaling the thunder that rolled outside. She instinctively prepared a knockout spell before grasping the doorknob with her telekinesis. The old oak door opened with an unbearable creak that echoed throughout the library. When she opened the door she saw ... nothing.

CRACK

A shadowy green figure filled the doorway, fire poured from its eyes as it yelled from the darkness surrounding it. Before she could finish her thought, she fired her knockout spell striking the beast in the chest. As she peered over its alien form she noticed a slick green carapace, and four protruding appendages. Carefully she levitated the creature into the basement and locked the door behind her. Legs now wobbling, she hobbled up the stairs and into bed grateful to be caught in sleep's loving embrace.

The sailor was now allowing the heavy rain to wash over him, cleaning him of mud. As he stood in the mud he fished the shell from his boot, and threw it with all his might in the opposite direction. Unfortunately a few seconds later the breaking of glass could be heard. He struggled against the muck planting him in place to reach the nearest thing he could, the tree that had broken his fall. For a time he could see nothing, the rain was too thick and the darkness too dark.

Suddenly though the rain had stopped as if by magic. He saw as far as he was able to and noticed a purple shine in the distance. The obvious thing to do was go investigate; so he did. After he had plodded through the sludge over to the fuchsia wall, he saw something incredible, all of the rain was halted as it hit the barrier. Each droplet caused a ripple which interfered with all of the ripples around it, truely a beautiful sight once the lightning punctuated the background.

Once his gaze left the hypnotic scene, and his mind returned he turned his attention to finding shelter untill things got settled. He looked around and saw and old oak in the distance. Deciding it was better than standing out in the cold and soaking wet he started torwards the ancient tree. The going was slow as the mud was constantly attempting to drag him down into its depths.

Eventually though he reached the tree, and soggy bark rasped against his hands he traced the circumference of the oak. As his fingers traced the cracks in the bark he felt something off, he now felt glass? Sure enough there was a window and within was a small figure hunched around a dimly lit candle. What little light reached him made the figure look purple.

The goimg was slow, nearly falling into the mud more than once. With sufficient practice traversing the mud became easier. Now that his footing was no longer a problem, the (tree house?) was reached quickly. He could see the faint outline of a door in the gloom slowly he brought his hand up to its surface. Thump. Thump. Thump. Nothing, he tried again. Thump. Thump. Thump. This time though he could hear soft steps coming from the other side of the door.

The door let out an awful creak, and dim rays cut through the darkness. He could see it a small purple horse with a glowing horn atop its head. "¡Que chingaos es eso!"[What the fuck is that!] He yelled at the animal standing in the door. A brief flash of lightning lit up the room and in that brief moment he could see books books everywhere, on the floor, on the tables, pretty much every place but the bare bookshelves that lined the walls. Then it was dark.