Captain's Travels

(ambiance)

The emerald clad sailor lay there as he opened one bleary eye. He laid on the floor as the scents of chemicals filled his senses. The rain had stopped and light whispers could be heard in the distance. Slowly he opened the his other eye only to have his vision remain clouded. For a second he panicked as he was nearly blind without his glasses. Slowly he ran his hands across the hard stone floor careful not to accidentally break the delicate copper frames. CRUNCH. His heart dropped into his stomach and his breath grew short as his hands met a shard of broken glass.

Before he could mourn though, his eyes caught a glint of copper in the moonlight. "Gracias a Dios." [Thank God] A brief inspection later and the glasses were firmly affixed to his face by the attached strap. He could now see around the dim room, and saw chemical beakers, softly beeping machines, and piles upon piles of crumpled papers. As far across as the shadowy murk would allow he could see books, roots, and small glass baubles glinting in the low light .

A creak at the top of the stairs returned his attention to the question of his survival. He decided to pretend to be sleep for the time being. With a hand upon his chest, abdomen rising and falling; an eye half closed he fell into the guise of sleep. The door, to what he assumed was the basement, now opened with an awful moan and a small sliver of artificial light cut through his tenebrous cell.

At the gateway into the darkness stood the strange purple horse, he could hear each hoof hit the step below and the echoes spread into the nothingness around. His heart raced, a cold sweat poured down his back. All of his composure was barely enough to keep him from fighting for his life. It had reached the bottom of the stairs and now its hoofsteps were radiating from cold stone upon which he lay.

The lavender beast had reached his position and now he could feel its hot, moist breath against his face. His half closed eye was all that was telling him this animals composition. Now he saw it a bit better for what it was, a unicorn, indeed it did have a horn atop its head slightly covered by a deep purple mane cut in half by a pink stripe. He heard it mumble something incomprehensible under its breath, and he saw that its horn was now emanating a soft pink glow. He wasn't about to have it knock him out again.

The hand resting on his chest shot out and grasped the unicorns horn in his mighty grip. "Dime caballo donde estoy."[Tell me horse where am I] His voice boomed with authority, but also quavered with fear and uncertainty. No response. "Dime,"[Tell me] his voice now grew in volume as did his anger. His grip tightened, and threatened to crush the poor unicorns horn to dust. Ever so slowly he began to angle his hand upward taking the animals horn with it. Only now did he he receive his answer, pained whimpers from the purple horse. He looked down into its eyes and could see tears pouring from its eyes.

His face grew pale at the pain he was causing the poor creature, and quickly released the unicorns horn. "P-Perdóname por favor."[P-Please forgive me] Only now did he finally notice he was wearing a sadistic grin across his face. He could feel tears poking at the edge of his vision, but he blinked them back. Slowly he raised his hand to try and soothe the suffering animal. But it all went dark.

Twilight Sparkle had just pulled herself out of bed in the middle of the night. The first thing she noted was Spike still asleep in his basket despite all the napping he had done during the day. She heard it... nothing the light pattering of rain on her barrier had stopped and she could see the silver moon part the remaining clouds past her protection spell. After dropping her spell she carefully trotted down stairs to the kitchen to fix herself a snack. before she could reach the bottom of the stairs though a loose floorboard announced her presence to the whole of the vacant library.

Soft moans, and groans, followed by audible pops replaced the creak in the air as Spike awoke with a yawn and a sigh.

"Ugh. Twilight what time is it,"

"Oh its right around midnight, so why don't you go back to sleep before you ruin your sleep cycle," Twilight replied.

"I'm not even tired anymore thanks to that nap."

"Anyways go to bed," she said with unnecessary sternness, "now I've got some things to attend to," praying to Celestia that it had all been a horrible nightmare.

"Come on, you're usually awake at this time of night anyways so lets just stay up until dawn and watch the sunrise together."

"Uh sure why not," agreed a reluctant Twilight knowing that her assistant would be fast asleep within the hour.

Gingerly the two walked down stairs as an over eager Spike prattled on about something or other, Twilight's mind was too preoccupied with the strange green thing she had seen earlier. She decided not to trouble Spike with her paranoid thoughts. Spike, in his giddiness, decided to make the two some hot choclate while Twilight went into the den to clean up the genocide of books she called a library. Once Twilight entered the room her worst suspicions were confirmed when she spotted a pair of deformed, muddy hoof prints marring the doorway. Quickly she cleaned the mud before Spike could catch wind of the new guest in the house.

A short while later Spike arrived with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, and handed one over to Twilight. The two sat in silence as Twilight allowed the rich warm cocoa to melt away her worries for an instant. All did not sit well with her though as a pit formed in her stomach as the knowledge of the days events trickled back into her mind. Once only the dregs remained the pair got up and began the arduous task of sorting, sifting, organizing and storing the scattered texts. Despite the size of the mess the two were able to finish rather quickly. Now Twilight had nothing distracting her from facing the creature that she had locked in the basement. Did I remember to clean out the basement the last time I used it.

"Spike would you kindly go and get us some more hot chocolate, I feel a bit tired."

"Sure thing Twilight be back in a sec."

With that Spike waddled off and Twilight was left alone facing the door to basement. Slowly she approached the old oaken doors. With a trickle of magic Twilight's telekinesis grabbed ahold of the door knob and with a passage of time she didn't think possible the door creaked at a volume unimaginable. Finally the door was open and the light poured forth cutting a deep swath through the darkness.

With an uneasy stomach and a shaking foreleg Twilight took her first step down the staircase and into the dimly lit space that was her basement. Each step she took resonated off of the walls making the short trip drag into eternity. When she reached the bottom she realized that she really didn't put all of her equipment away. Guided by beams of moonlight, she made her way over to the green creature.

There it was, and elongated green body with four protruding appendages, the fire pouring from its eyes had turned out to be light reflecting from a pair of glasses it wore Now that their faces were mere inches apart, the moonlight was not sufficient to see by, so she decided to see if she couldn't wake the beast to bring it outside of its own volition.

Before she knew it one of its appendages was wrapped around her horn and squeezing tightly, causing her unimaginable pain. The beast spoke in a tongue she couldn't understand but was not completely ignorant of either. "I don't know what you're saying," she replied. Again it spoke, only with more fury and malice in its voice. "I don't know," she said again. This time however the beast clamped down even harded and began to bend her horn upwards. Great spasms of pain flowed through her until it finally became too much and she began to whimper and plead with the beast to stop, tears began to flow, and suddenly their eyes met. She saw a smile that spoke of sadistic glee. After that the beasts eyes softened its face grew pale, and its smile left. Then it released her. She heard it mumble a few more things before it extended its green leg once again. This time Twilights instincts took over and a knock out spell fired from her still throbbing horn before it could harm her again.

"Twilight are you okay?" cried Spike from the top of the stairs leading to the basement.

"Yeah I'm fine," Twilight replied with as much fake enthusiasm as her current state would allow.

"I saw what that thing did to you are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital really quick."

"I'm sure but thanks for your concern," in truth Twilight did indeed feel the need to visit the infirmary, but couldn't risk that thing getting loose.

"Twilight I'm sure you just startled it after all you did knock it out and lock it in the basement," Spike replied sagely

"Wait how did you-"

"I saw it when you opened the library door and knocked it out. After that I pretended to be asleep and figured the rest out on my own. Then I came down here to take a closer look at it, and while I was down there I took its glasses off."

"Spike dont you know how dangerous that was, you could've been hurt by that thing or worse."

"Sheesh Twilight I don't know what you're so worried about."

"I can't loose you again. When you went on the dragon migration I thought I had lost you for ever. I don't know if I can go through with that again."

"I-I'm sorry Twilight I just wanted to make sure that that thing wasn't too dangerous before somepony got hurt."

"Still you shouldn't have done that without telling me you know I would've helped you with this."

"Okay, but what do you suggest we do about our guest."

"First off I think we should-"

"Write a letter to Princess Celestia, way ahead of you sent one a few hours and-BUUURRRRRP-there it is."

"Wait how'd you know what I was-"

"Going to say, you're kind of predictable. Now lets see what this letter say," the purple dragon said as he led Twilight up the stairs.

My most faithful student Twilight

(Wait you signed my name.**

Yeah i do it all the time why.)

I belive that it is in everyponies best interest if you continued to study this creature for the time being. Please ascertain if it is a threat, and report to me any findings you discover. At your discretion I would also like you to bring it to Canterlot to see if I may communicate with it.

P.S. Spike please stop using Twilight's signature on official documents.

P.P.S. Twilight please don't approach this visitor from behind, it is most likely scared, and stupid. It may have never seen a pony in all of its days, much less a magical talking one.

-Princess Celestia

"Alright so how do we get this thing to come outside without it going crazy and trying to kill one of us," asked Spike

"I've got an idea, now go get me some apples."

"But it's like midnight, AJ doesn't even set up her stand for another couple of hours," complained the purple dragon.

"I meant from the kitchen."

With  hopeful optimism,  Twilight put her plan in motion.

The land locked seaman now awoke from his forced magical slumber with a pounding headache and a pounding throb in his hand. Both throbbing in synch he slowly got to his feet. "Ya tengo que parar agarandome los huevos quando estoy durmiendo."[ I've got to stop grabbing my balls when I'm asleep.]

Slowly he looked down and saw, of all things, a bright shiny red apple, he was really more of a peach kind of guy. Its tight skin glistening in the early morning rays. Looking around he saw that none of the nightmarish torture devices he had seen last night were there. Now his sweeping glance of the room picked up nothing more than four blank walls, large subterranean roots, and a small window allowing the morning sun to poke through.

Reluctance plagued his mind as he thought back to the crazy purple equine who had ambushed him twice now, and to whom he had caused great physical pain. All of his rational thoughts told him to leave the apple where it lay and simply walk away, unfortunately for him his stomach was not rational and complained loudly when he was not consuming it. He now held the apple in his grip, it was the most impossibly perfect apple he had ever seen, and it tasted wonderful in his mouth.

Quickly devouring the poor morsel he searched around and soon found another, and another. He saw an entire trail of apples leading up the stairs. Quickly he devoured them all untill his apple devouring progress was halted by a door. With hesitance, he pushed the door open. There he saw it, a basket full of the tasty treats awaiting him on a table. Without thinking, he crossed the doorway, and got stuck. His shoulders were too broad to fit through the door, thats when they appeared, the purple horse that had ambushed him and she was now being shadowed by a bipedal purple lizard.