Captain crouches low to the ground and quickly makes his way toward the group once again. It doesn’t take him long to catch up, and within a few seconds he is reaching for the map again. He is just a few centimeters away, just a bit more, he thought, almost there. He grabs it as quick as he could before anypony could notice him. I have the other half of my map, I can finally start getting treasure! he thinks to himself.
He quickly unfurls the map and takes a good look at it. Then he takes out his half and holds it up next to the new half. His eyes go wide at the sudden realization.
“WHAT THE BUCK!? THESE AREN’T FROM THE SAME MAP!” he shouts.
He glances back at the group of soldiers to see them all glaring at him. The captain quickly checks his coat and sees that his map is gone, he looks back at Captain, and it doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together. “I want her arrested immediately!” he barked out to the rest of the soldiers.
“Whoa, whoa, wait guys. Can’t we go get a bottle of rum and forget… Wait, Did you just call me ‘her’?” says Captain.
The soldiers quickly rush at him. Sadly for them, they didn’t know quite how fast Captain was. Captain easily sidesteps one of them to deliver a punch to the back of the neck. He ducks under another one, quickly getting back up to headbutt the one behind. He doesn’t ever bother to dodge the next, opting to simply punch him in the face. He turns back to face the last soldier standing.
“You can either try to hit me or run,” he says.
The soldier looks around with a clear hint of fear in his eyes, only to look back at Captain with a smirk. “Ok, so you want to fight then” says Captain as he moves toward the soldier. Then he hears a clicking noise from behind. He slowly turns around to see five more guards, and one captain each leveling a gun at his head. “So guys, how about we go to the tavern, get a bottle of rum and forget everything that has happened?” asks Captain. He is only answered by a strong blow to the head knocking him out.
Captain moans as he slowly returns to the waking world. He holds his sore head and to find that he now has a rather large bump and the back of it. Unconscious three times in one day. Well that’s a new record for me, he thought as he slowly takes in his new surroundings.
He is now in a small, dark cell. There were three solid brick walls, and one wall made of iron bars which leads out into the hallway. The whole cell smells of urine, and mold. On the wall opposite are his possessions, and those of several other stallions he guesses. Sticking his head up to the bars, he could see a guard a little ways down the hall.
“Well ain’t this a sunny place?” he mutters to himself.
“Don’t get used to it, we’re all going to be executed soon enough,” says a male voice from the other side of the wall, presumably from another cell.
“How do you know that?”
“Cause we’re pirates. They hang pirates here,” says a new voice from the same wall.
Captain thinks for awhile. “What would you say if I can get us out of here?” he asks finally.
“How do you plan on doing that?” asks voice #1.
“I ain’t about to tell you until I know what you would do for me in return.”
“What do you want?” asks voice #2
“Would you join my crew?”
“You’re a captain?”
“Yes, I’m a captain. So will you join my crew?”
“If you can get us outta here, sure,” says voice #1.
Captain starts to kick at the lock on his door. “Good luck with that,” says voice #2. “They’re iron, you can’t break them”. However he doesn’t stop kicking. “If you keep that up the guard will come”.
He hears some trotting coming closer. “What are you doing down here?” says the guard that has just arrived. He sees Captain kicking at the lock. “Hey, you stop that!” There is no reaction. The guard draws his pistol “Stop that or I’ll shoot.” He says as he approaches the cell. Still nothing “Finally warning. Stop or I will… AHHH!” In an instant, Captain turns around and grabs the guard by the mane, slamming his head into the metal bars.
Captain quickly grabs the key from the unconscious pony and unlocks his cell. He goes over to the next cell and looks in. Inside are three large stallions: a black one with a white mane, a green one with a red mane, and a blue one with a grey mane They stare at each other for a few moments before the three caged stallions start laughing at their liberator.
“What are you laughing at?” asks Captain.
“So you’re our captain?” says the black stallion between laughs “I’m sorry, but we didn’t think you’d be so pink!”
“Stop laughing at me this instant!” Captain yells.
“Oh. Right away captain Pinkhead,” says the blue stallion before going into another fit of laughter.
“You know, I think she’s more flamingo than pony,” laughs the black one.
“Fine,” is all Captain says before swallowing the key.
“What are you doing?” yells the black one.
“I’m teaching you not to laugh at me,” says Captain before going over to the opposite wall and taking his compass, a cutlass which belonged to one of the caged pirates, and the guard’s flintlock pistol. Then he dashes down the hall, looking for a way out.
“Guards, guards, someone is trying to escape!” the stallions shout.
He runs down the hall towards a window at the end of the hall. He skids to a halt a few feet from the window. It is a small hole in the wall, about 2 feet by 3 feet, with several metal bars going across it making it impossible to escape that way. He starts going back down the hall and stops in front of some stairs that leads upwards. There are going to be a lot of enemies up there. I think my best chance is the roof, climb down a wall or something, he thinks. He draws his sword and starts going up the stairs.
After going up four or five floors, knocking out three guards on his way, he finds himself at a door with a slight breeze coming from the other side. He opens the door expecting the worst. He is met by an open sky and a relatively empty roof. There are a few guards but none of them notice the barely open door. He can hear some cannon fire from a little ways off. “I guess they’re doing naval exercises,” he whispers to himself. He crouches down and starts making his way to the side of the roof. He climbs over the side and started to make his way down. Finding one hoofhold after another, he made it about halfway down, before he slips and falls down to the ground.
“I’m going to die!” He shouts as he falls to his certain doom. Imagining how gruesome the end result is going to be. Then he hit the ground, hard. I’m dead now, I can’t believe I’m dead. Oddly death hurts… a lot. He opens his eyes to see that he had landed in a bush, a thorn bush, but a bush all the same. He looks himself over for any bad injuries, all he has are some minor cuts, and a large bruise on his right hindleg. He tries getting up, all of his muscles scream in pain. “Well, I’m alive that’s for sure,” he mumbles. He stops when he hears someone talking.
“Do you have any final words?” says a rough deep voice. Then he hears several guns cocking.