“I may have an idea, but it is likely to be risky.”
“Had I required safety, I would not have left Canterlot,” Madame Fog said.
I explained my plan, and quickly left to gather our necessities. By the time I had secured the required tools, night had fallen, a difference only distinguishable in our underwater prison by a change in the flickering magic light that lit the streets. I met up with my mistress again in an alley between two ships, across from the shrine that I had previously visited.
“You are quite certain?” she asked.
I nodded. “Is anypony inside?”
“Not as far as I am aware. One of these sharkponies departed shortly ago.”