« Last post by Solar Flair on May 10, 2013, 02:00:36 PM »
The night passed without incident, a pair of exhausted pirates rising with the sun. They looked like hell and felt like it, exposed to the elements after the bout and stress of the previous day.
"Urrgh..." Jet groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looking around in the morning light. Now they could get their bearings. "Let's look for a road. We'll find a town and from there ask which way Canterlot is." He said, beginning to walk around.
"Yeah, that's all well and good, but what are we going to do about transportation?" Steel inquired, starting to munch some breakfast and scout for a path as well.
"Well, we'll hope for something convenient or cheap. If not... well, we'll have to 'borrow' something. There's not much else we can do if we want to help the others. Too much time passes and it's likely they'll be separated." Jet replied, meandering past a few trees in his search. All he found was a decent view of the sunrise over a field of tall grass. Grass he decided to make a meal of while he pondered prison break plans.
"Hey Jet! I think I found something over here! It winds through the forest, but it looks like our best bet!" Steel Swirl called from the opposite direction, startling him slightly.
Quickly, the stallion made his way over to his companion. "Shh, you can't be shouting out here!" He scolded in a hushed exclamation, "They might still be scouting about a little or something." He continued, tone neutralizing once more.
"Yeah yeah. I think that's pretty doubtful. We'd have seen some sign of them. But anyway, take a look." She replied, rolling her eyes and gesturing to a dirt path. It was pretty well worn, but not particularly wide or well managed. Enough for three ponies side by side perhaps.
"Yeah, this looks like it'll lead to a town. At least the outskirts of one. Nice work." Jet said, nodding. "We should get going right away, as long as your shoulder is okay. Do you need anything?" he inquired, giving the wound a cursory examination.
"I should be fine until we get where we're going. Then I'll patch it up. No need to fiddle with something so minor when we're in a hurry." She said, blowing it off with the casualness of someone that had dealt with such things a multitude of times... or with foolish pride, it was difficult to discern which.
Regardless, the pair set off in the direction that they assumed Canterlot would be, at as decent a pace as they could manage, damp, worn, and still a bit hungry for something more substantial than wild grasses.
After flying all night under guard the Stream Sky Rogues, their ship, The Thunderhead, and an accompanying small ship belonging to the guard company, arrived in Canterlot. They were marched off their ship one by one to be processed and placed in holding cells in the prison. By the next day they would be facing trial for their piracy...