Where once her appearance was heralded by the thunder of cannon fire and roar of engines, now she creeps silently into ports in the middle of the night, ferrying cargo and passengers. Still, this old lass doesn’t blame her owner, he merely scooped up a ship past it’s prime slated to be cut apart and forgotten, but she longs for adventure. Her captain is a young buck, living job to job, barely getting any sleep, and so very far from the Whitetail Woods of Equestria.
And currently asleep at the helm, the lazy git.
I’m having this odd urge to try and do one of those reader prompt based stories, in an effort to get quicker at drawing, and such. Sort of like an ask based story I guess. I dunno, if any get interested in it, I might mess with it more on here.
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