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// Racing for Aft 
// Story: The Detective 
// by Uncle Knot 
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I raced toward the back of the ship ignoring Trixie’s wonderful fireworks.  It was difficult to race on the top deck so I ducked down a flight of stairs to a lower level.  Still there were couples taking romantic walks to maneuver around and lounge chairs I had to jump.

The light from the fireworks provided a strobe light effect fiving the journey aft a high degree of difficulty.  I had only moments to get there, but the ship was huge. At   meters it was the largest ship at sea, ever.  

My gown screamed a protest as my sweat started to mingle with the fabric.  The gown told me to slow down or it would be ruined.  So I dumped the dress on one of the deck chairs.  It screamed that it was being abandoned, but I pressed on.

Speed was essential, I knew something now that I hadn’t realized before.  I had to get to the back of the ship and see something that I would only be able to see during Trixie’s firework show.

At last, after dodging another romantic couple, I spotted the aft rail.  I smiled in my gallop knowing that my race was almost over.  I slid to a halt at the rail with glee.  But NO, I was not at the aft rail.  Several decks beneath me the aft deck continued toward the rail and the fireworks were just stopping.  There would be no time to get there, but then I didn’t really need to go there anymore.

Some pony else was already there, - my prime suspects presence there confirmed my suspicions and the pieces of my little puzzle all feel together.

I ducked back into the shadows least they notice me.  Sure I could confront them, have the Captain put them in the brig, but that wouldn’t get Flash Sentry back.

My next move would be very reckless and dangerous if I was wrong about my ideas, but my instinct told me I was right.

Only one thing left now to do, have a party.