Those pirates seem to be getting into everything. Not only are they taking over the terrible thugs, but they're also sneaking their way into the confrontations with the hero and her nemesis at the moment.

Rototom quickly trotted off, her hoof steps making a sickly wet sound with each step. I was left in the bloodied club room, the regulars at work removing the bodies. I know there had to be other survivors, at least Cabrette had to be all right. Bolting for the back room, I through the door, and found myself still on the dance floor, but everything was clean. A lone mare sat at the bar, stepping closer she had a white lab coat on, which made her black mane pop out. Other than her lab coat, she was all black.

Aha, still around are we? You'd think you would have learned your lesson from the last pony you messed with but, unfortunately, as evidenced by Celestia, immortals don't tend to learn from their mistakes.

Ah good the pirates have sneaky breekies of their own