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Clover follows Skillet as she makes her way to the kitchen. If things are just about done upstairs, chances are she’ll run into a pony or two.
She passes by a somewhat angry Fishy, who seems to be upset about the lack of perfectly good sleep, along with Seawind who happens to be munching on a hashbrown. She waves and gives a tired “good morning” to the filly, but says little else as she trots back upstairs, food in her muzzle.
“I bet that fatty was in my kitchen again, making a mess…” Skillet says under her breath, as Clover notices Shanty nearly passed out at a nearby table. A lantern above rocks with the motion of the ship, the dim light of an upcoming sunrise slowly building within the windows.
She needs some cheering up, by the looks of things. Clover sets her hooves on the table, giving her a wide smile.
“Hey there uh… yeah, Clover. It’s late. Or early. What’re you doing up?” She asks lazily, hardly moving her head from her crossed hooves.
Obviously, Clover is here to cheer her up! Or wake her up, really.
“The only thing that can wake me up is a strong cup of coffee. SKILLET!” She shouts, rolling her head onto the table, so she’s facing the kitchen.
“Hold the fuck up, bitch! I’m cleaning up this filthy fuckin’ mess that fatty left!”
Clover’s nose scrunches at the foul language. She decides now would be the best time to ask her about not using Skillet’s pillow.
“Huh? Oh yeah, that thing. I was wondering who’s that was. What is she upset about? It’s just a pillow. I wasn’t doing it on purpose, anyway. Me and Timbers just keep stumbling into that thing, so of course it’s going to be used. If she left it on her hammock, I wouldn’t have touched it.”
Clover asks why ponies look at her funny when she tells others that she had an orgasm.
“…What’s wrong with you, kid? Didn’t I tell you to kinda keep that between us? Actually, probably not. My bad. Look uh… it’s a grown up thing, only. Lil’ fillies like you aren’t supposed to know about it until you’re older, around the time you leave home… but you don’t really have a choice, huh? You already left home. From what I heard, there isn’t any going back, either. I was just trying to teach you a thing you might need to know. But yes, don’t talk to other ponies about it.”
Clover asks about the weather, if that’s “usual”.
“Nah, we don’t hit too many storms. We try to avoid them, usually, but we’re under a strict time limit. We have to hit port before Coin does, otherwise port will be locked down, and we wont be able to leave. Eventually they’ll find us out. So it’s kinda why we have to work fast, thus why we went through the storm. And the damage isn’t too bad.”
Clover tells her about her amazing punching abilities, and how she knocked that yucky Sabre out in a single hit!
“Heheh, really now? That sounds wonderful, Clover. Really knocked ‘em out of the park, huh? Y’know, Sabre has been pretty off. Silverwind says he’s sick, but I don’t buy it. I feel like something is wrong, and the Cap’n wont tell us.”
Clover wants to know if Shanty has a hat she can have.
“A hat? Like… what kind of hat? Why do you need a hat, anyway?”
As a gift for Vee!
“Now let me tell you a bit about Vee, kid. Vee doesn’t like just any hat. Of course, she’ll take a type of hat she doesn’t have yet, or swipe one from someone who pisses her off, but she really only likes one kind of hat. Pointy hats. Hats that those weird unicorn wizards wear.”
How would Shanty know Vee?
“C’mon, I worked with Silverwind before he became a captain, remember? Me and Silverwind saw her last time we were in Vanhoover. He made the grave mistake of spilling coffee in her shop. Vee is addicted to it, and spilling it is a cardinal sin to her. She cursed him to do something with mops for the next year, can’t really remember what she said. I think it was some kind of chant to make him work without sleep, to clean what shouldn’t be spilled. Something like that.”
Skillet returns from the kitchen, dropping a pot of coffee on the table.
“Alright ya slut, here’s your coffee.”
“Thanks. And sorry for using your pillow, didn’t know it was yours.”
“As if! Clover, the fu… the buck? Can’t you keep a secret?”
“Don’t yell at her, she had the balls to tell me to stop, unlike you.” Shanty tiredly pours a cup of coffee, rubbing her aching head. “You can thank her now.”
After a moment of silence, Skillet rolls her eyes.
“Alright. Thank you, Clover.”
“Oh, Clover… before we land in port, meet me in the Crow’s Nest. I want to show you a sight you’ll never forget.” Shanty says.
Port is thirty minutes away. What will Clover do now?
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She passes by a somewhat angry Fishy, who seems to be upset about the lack of perfectly good sleep, along with Seawind who happens to be munching on a hashbrown. She waves and gives a tired “good morning” to the filly, but says little else as she trots back upstairs, food in her muzzle.
“I bet that fatty was in my kitchen again, making a mess…” Skillet says under her breath, as Clover notices Shanty nearly passed out at a nearby table. A lantern above rocks with the motion of the ship, the dim light of an upcoming sunrise slowly building within the windows.
She needs some cheering up, by the looks of things. Clover sets her hooves on the table, giving her a wide smile.
“Hey there uh… yeah, Clover. It’s late. Or early. What’re you doing up?” She asks lazily, hardly moving her head from her crossed hooves.
Obviously, Clover is here to cheer her up! Or wake her up, really.
“The only thing that can wake me up is a strong cup of coffee. SKILLET!” She shouts, rolling her head onto the table, so she’s facing the kitchen.
“Hold the fuck up, bitch! I’m cleaning up this filthy fuckin’ mess that fatty left!”
Clover’s nose scrunches at the foul language. She decides now would be the best time to ask her about not using Skillet’s pillow.
“Huh? Oh yeah, that thing. I was wondering who’s that was. What is she upset about? It’s just a pillow. I wasn’t doing it on purpose, anyway. Me and Timbers just keep stumbling into that thing, so of course it’s going to be used. If she left it on her hammock, I wouldn’t have touched it.”
Clover asks why ponies look at her funny when she tells others that she had an orgasm.
“…What’s wrong with you, kid? Didn’t I tell you to kinda keep that between us? Actually, probably not. My bad. Look uh… it’s a grown up thing, only. Lil’ fillies like you aren’t supposed to know about it until you’re older, around the time you leave home… but you don’t really have a choice, huh? You already left home. From what I heard, there isn’t any going back, either. I was just trying to teach you a thing you might need to know. But yes, don’t talk to other ponies about it.”
Clover asks about the weather, if that’s “usual”.
“Nah, we don’t hit too many storms. We try to avoid them, usually, but we’re under a strict time limit. We have to hit port before Coin does, otherwise port will be locked down, and we wont be able to leave. Eventually they’ll find us out. So it’s kinda why we have to work fast, thus why we went through the storm. And the damage isn’t too bad.”
Clover tells her about her amazing punching abilities, and how she knocked that yucky Sabre out in a single hit!
“Heheh, really now? That sounds wonderful, Clover. Really knocked ‘em out of the park, huh? Y’know, Sabre has been pretty off. Silverwind says he’s sick, but I don’t buy it. I feel like something is wrong, and the Cap’n wont tell us.”
Clover wants to know if Shanty has a hat she can have.
“A hat? Like… what kind of hat? Why do you need a hat, anyway?”
As a gift for Vee!
“Now let me tell you a bit about Vee, kid. Vee doesn’t like just any hat. Of course, she’ll take a type of hat she doesn’t have yet, or swipe one from someone who pisses her off, but she really only likes one kind of hat. Pointy hats. Hats that those weird unicorn wizards wear.”
How would Shanty know Vee?
“C’mon, I worked with Silverwind before he became a captain, remember? Me and Silverwind saw her last time we were in Vanhoover. He made the grave mistake of spilling coffee in her shop. Vee is addicted to it, and spilling it is a cardinal sin to her. She cursed him to do something with mops for the next year, can’t really remember what she said. I think it was some kind of chant to make him work without sleep, to clean what shouldn’t be spilled. Something like that.”
Skillet returns from the kitchen, dropping a pot of coffee on the table.
“Alright ya slut, here’s your coffee.”
“Thanks. And sorry for using your pillow, didn’t know it was yours.”
“As if! Clover, the fu… the buck? Can’t you keep a secret?”
“Don’t yell at her, she had the balls to tell me to stop, unlike you.” Shanty tiredly pours a cup of coffee, rubbing her aching head. “You can thank her now.”
After a moment of silence, Skillet rolls her eyes.
“Alright. Thank you, Clover.”
“Oh, Clover… before we land in port, meet me in the Crow’s Nest. I want to show you a sight you’ll never forget.” Shanty says.
Port is thirty minutes away. What will Clover do now?
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