• Published 25th Aug 2013
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An Apple A Day - Esle Ynopemos

A collection of thirthy-minute short stories about the rootinest, tootinest farm-filly this side of the Everfree. There'll be a chapter a day for thirty days. I ain't no fancy arithmeticker, but that adds up to a whole month of good, health

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19: Drifting [Tragedy]

((Prompt: Rainbow Dash on the seas.))

“I'm gonna take another sweep, see if I can find more survivors.”

“Give it a rest, Dash. Weren't nopony the last five times ya looked.”

“What if I missed something?”

“Look, even if ya found other survivors, they can't be much worse off than we are. Jus' sit tight, sugar. Save your energy.”

“But I—”


“Aw, come on!”

“Fine. Ya wanna fly around whistlin' yer hero tune, ain't like I can stop ya. Go on an' save a couple pieces of driftwood. I'm sure they'll be mighty grateful.”

“Okay, okay, you made your point! Geez. There's just nothing to do here!”

“Yep, that's the nature of bein' stranded. Ain't much to do.”

“Hey, AJ.”


“It was pretty cool, the way I caught you in mid-air, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, I guess. I don't reckon I was payin' much attention to relative coolness, what with the airship explodin' and all.”

“No, that sucked. That was really lame. But then I saw you falling and I was like, 'woosh!' just before that burning stuff was about to hit both of us! Lucky I got us both to this piece of wood, huh?”

“Yeah... 'lucky.'”

“What's that supposed to mean?”


“Hey, Rainbow?”


“Thanks for savin' me.”

“No problem. It's not like I was gonna just let you fall.”

“Dash, what are you doin'?”

“I'm so thirsty!”

“Dash, stop! That's saltwater!”

“Don't care. Thirsty.”

“Celestia's sake, you featherbrain! Saltwater'll just make ya thirstier! Spit it out!”



“What's up with your hoof?”

“Nothin's up with my hoof, sugar.”

“No, something's up with it. You haven't moved it from that spot on your side since we got here.”

“I jus' like my hoof here. It's comfy.”

“Move your hoof, AJ.”


“Move your hoof.”

“Ow! Dash!”

“Celestia, AJ! When did that happen?”

“It's just a scratch. Must've got it when the airship went down.”

“We need to do something with that!”

“That's a great idea, pumpkin. Why don't I just unfold that first-aid kit I got tucked under my tail, an' get right on that.”

“AJ? ...Applejack?”

“Hnn... wha?”

“I... I've heard stories.”

“What kind of stories, sugarcube?”

“I heard... I heard that when sailors get lost at sea sometimes, and there's no food, they end up eating each other.”

“That so?”

“I don't wanna eat you, AJ.”

“Heh. I reckon those stories are about gryphon sailors, hon. Ponies can't eat meat, we'd get sick.”

“So... I don't have to eat you?”

“I wouldn't recommend it, sweetheart.”

“AJ... AJ, wake up. I think I see something in the sky.”

“It's the search and rescue, AJ! HEY! OVER HERE! DOWN HERE! AJ, look! They found us!”



Author's Note:

Once again, continuing my proud tradition of killing off Applejack once a month.