S"You'll not take me out. I'll not go back I'll soon die than let the Harpies have me! I'm not going back, I'll never go back." Captain Buckler struggled against Drag Net and Anchor. "You'll never take me back to the Beast. I'll never return. Drop your curse zebra drop you curse. You've made your point." Captain Buckler began sobbing.
"What the hell is this stallion's deal?" Trail Life asked looking away as Escutcheon quickly clothed himself.
"He's been stranded on this island for a while I think he's completely mad." Escutcheon answered, calmness returning to him as he got his cloths back on.
"Aye I've been on this island. The Harpies tore through my crew, destroyed my ship, drove me to the brink of madness. All for a zebra's curse. I'll not go. You won't take me to them."
"A zebra's curse, you know the cursed object?" Story Teller asked.
"Aye I know it." Captain Buckler answered. It wasn't long ago I sailed the western edge of the map. To the very ends of the world. I sailed from The Great Storm, to the Leviathan Mountains. From the End of the World to the Shores of Tivi, Sho, Roga, and the Empire."
"And about the cursed object."
"I heard about the great treasure. The ransom of a thousand kings. With veins of diamonds. When I heard the story I knew it to be true. But there were trials and a beast. So I shang-hied several zebras from a merchant ship and headed to the Mountain of Leviathan. It was there that all hope was lost. The last zebra cursed me with their last sane breath, and then threw themselves off the cliff. The Harpies a month after. They killed everypony, they destroyed my ship, and tormented me day and night, night and day. Until I washed ashore on this island. Here I've hidden in the rocks, in the darkness, and they've not found me." He looked at them. "And now you've come yes to save me from my curse to take me to the flame of the island. To save me from my curse." Drag Net brought his hoof down hard knocking the mad pony out.
"Escutcheon. Did he hurt you?" The elder stallion asked.
"No, I think he was going to though, what are we going to do? It's not a object that's cursed it's a pony. He needs our help and I don't think I'll be able to do magic. I think I hurt myself bad trying to get away from him." Escutcheon answered softly rubbing his head.
"If we kill him that ought to break the curse, besides it serves him right trying to strangle a colt." Trail Life glared at the smelly old earth pony laying unconscious on the ground.
"No don't. He's mad, maybe he might have done bad things, but that doesn't make him a bad pony." Escutcheon stepped between her and Captain Buckler.
"Aye, but it does suggest that he is a bad pony." Full Mast grabbed some ropes, and tied Captain Buckler's legs together. "Well whatever we do I don't want this mad pony getting loose."
"I say we though him into that lake wait for the Harpies to leave and then go home. He had know right to do what he did to Escutcheon." Drag Net sighed.
"This is why you don't work with colts and fillies, when there is a pregnant mare around their mama bear instincts get turned up to eleven."
"I'm not pregnant!"
"You're about five weeks in Mrs. Carrot you'll start showing it in a bit."