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// The Sail-ening 2: Pirate Scootaloo 
// Story: The Worst Pirate 
// by Lack of Tact 
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Scootaloo was not having a good day, something that felt oddly deja-vu-ish to her. After Tirek, things went downhill for Ponyville and basically all of Equestria; Sweet Apple Acres was in many states of disrepair, CMC HQ was all but rubble, and worst of all, her Rainbow Dash fan collection was likely soot at this point. She hated it. However, sadness wasn't a feeling she cared for, so instead, she played the aloofness card. Not that it mattered, because she was by herself and whatnot. It just made her feel better.

That's right, both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were off doing whatever it was they were doing to help the rest of the townsponies. Yet, her? No. She'd seated herself next to the destroyed tree house, a photo cradled in her hooves. Charred beyond almost all recognizability, the photo depicted the three friends. Once depicted the three friends. All that remained of her form, ironically, was her left hoof holding onto Sweetie's neck. The very same hoof that found itself pressed against the image, all the while memories flooded the filly.

She wouldn't cry. To be honest, she didn't even have the chance to. A motion off in the distance grabbed her attention. A... very strange motion, at that. A beige stallion, enveloped in a purple aura, huffed, his forelegs wrapped around his chest. The aura around him, came from one disgruntled Twilight Sparkle. The two spoke to each other, just out of earshot of the pegasus filly, and this caught her attention. Wanting to avoid theirs, she ducked behind a fallen limb from the tree that housed her second home.

"Arrr! Put me down, ye scallywiggle! I be tellin' me mother on ye!" His shouts finally reached her ears and she couldn't help but giggle despite the odd situation. Twilight visibly rolled her eyes.

"First off, scallywag, again! Second, I have to confirm that you are, in fact, her son in the first place, Sprinkletits. Then you can," a sigh interrupted her, "tell on me." A loud harrumph followed suit from the stallion, but no words came after. Scootaloo sat with a raised brow, temptation ate at her core. She could follow the two, find out just who this pony is. However, before the will could tempt her too much, the stallion extended his wings. He tried flapping, tried to get out of her magical grasp, to no avail. However, that wasn't what caught her attention. His wings were elegant, beautiful, preened to perfection! With wings like that, Scootaloo would have no trouble flying at all! How did he manage to have such perfect wings?

Oh, questions were building up in her mind. Questions for the odd pegasus only meters away. If Twilight left with him, Scootaloo doubted she'd find him ever again. With a mental bit flip, she'd decided to follow. "Twilight! Hi!" She'd shouted to the duo and watched as they'd stopped in their tracks. The Princess of Friendship turned to face the new voice and Sprinkletits himself looked over Twilight's shoulder. Off in the distance, Scootaloo eagerly flapped her own wings as she hoofed it over to the two.

"Ye know this lil' land-lubber?" Sprinkletits asked with a pointed hoof in Scootaloo's direction. Twilight turned her head and glanced at him before she looked back. Another sigh escaped her.

"Yes." Was her sole response.  Sprinkletits looked miffed with the answer, but lowered his forelimbs as he waited, bored in her magicks. "Scootaloo, hello! Where are Applebloom and Sweetie Belle?" She'd asked as the filly finally made her way over. Scootaloo pointed up at the stallion.

Sprinkletits just blinked.

"Twilight, where are you taking him?" Scootaloo's first question escaped her lips before she could properly order them in her head.

"She be takin' me nowh-!" his voice was silenced as the unicorn's aura extended to his muzzle.

Twilight looked between the two pegasi for a moment and shook her head. "Just... somewhere, dear. Run along now, this is official princess duty." Her answer went in one ear and right out of the other. Scootaloo simply tilted her head to the side. Twilight let out a low breath. "To Celestia. For questioning." She murmured.

This didn't appease the filly. "Cool, can I come?"

"I'm sorry, sweety, but like I said, this is official princ-"

"Let the filly along in our batch, miss Twilight! It be considered rude to deny the littler ones, arghh." She grumbled, having forgotten to maintain the silencing spell. Scootaloo looked from the stallion to her with eyes wetter than water. Seemed as if she knew the ways of puppy-dogging. "Aye, that, and it'll get her to stop doin' that eye thing."

Twilight sighed, her face met with her hoof halfway. "Sure. What more could go wrong today? All I wanted was to help Ponyville, but sure." She spoke under her breath. As she pulled her hoof away from her muzzle, she gently patted Scootaloo on the top of her head. "Come on, Scootaloo."

Said filly hopped, happily. A happy hopper, was she. "Sweet! So, who're you taking to Princess Celestia anyway?"

"Yar-har! I be the Princesse's royal pain in the a-," her magicks covered his mouth once more, and this time, she'd remember to keep it enabled. The now-trio had a train to catch.

Twilight sighed one last time before continuing the journey, "supposedly, her son."

Let's say Scootaloo was impressed. "Woah. So cool."