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// Story: 80 Days: Under the Waves 
// by Sharp Spark 
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I was overcome with curiosity about their society and wandered for a time among the patchwork metropolis of dilapidated sea vessels. The only differentiation between private homes and public enterprises were colorful symbols painted upon walls and doors in an unfamiliar language of thorny symbols. I knew there had to be some order to the chaos, but could not discern any planning, and the tendency of the sharkpony inhabitants to constantly move from place to place reminded me of a hive of swarming ants.

The sharkponies spoke in a tongue of their own as well, a raspy whisper incomprehensible to my ears. The majority appeared friendly and interested in me, but were unable to answer my inquiries, as it appeared that only the members of raiding parties had any need of Equestrian on a regular basis. Nonetheless, I finally found one to direct me to points of interest within the settlement.

I headed to the market to procure provisions for my mistress and myself…
Eschewing the city proper, I explored the outskirts…
A nearby ship described as a cathedral drew my interest...