Lacunae island greentext A

reminder: revise the fuck out of this, cramming too much info into lines of text.

>Be spear throwing, zebra horse
>high_tide set up flyers that his ships are finally ready, and his ye pirate crew wants to explore. but he needs some help exploring a small island just to the south of town first
>I'd been wanting to come along on a few scouting trips, so, time for a vacation away from town
>Booze_Hound sees it too and wants to come as well. we can spot Flora and Aura taking interest in the flyers a few posters over. might be a good adventure
>Arrive next day at the boat, and there's not even an entire legion of slaves ready to row us up river, come on tide you be slackin.
>Tide stands proudly on deck, he's shown up in full glorious captains garb. little 20th century cap, long overcoat, and eyepatch. as if we don't know his eye is perfectly fine
"Let's get a hurry on, everyone onboard and we might even be back home by tonight!"
>fake eyepatch aside he's looking damn spiffy and confident
>we all shuffle aboard and gear up. Stripysis Flora keeps her eyes mesmerized on a the ass of an an energetic pink and orange Pegasus mare as it flies off to scout ahead.
>take a look at those sleek and toned birdhorse cheeks, myself. damn Pegasi have it so easy....
>High_Tide signals to one of the crew to untie the boat from the docks and weigh anchor
>Pegasus named Greg flies up and starts flapping his wings to make the boat move, sliding out of port slowly
>"I feel like we're cheating physics here, but alright this works"
>we barely pull out of port and High_tide leaps off the deck
"Wait I forgot something in my office!"
>"It looks like tide fell overboard, time to elect a new captain."
>Brown husband horse raises his Hoof
"welp he's abandoned ship, I call captain"
>crew debates among themselves
"He'll be right back, I bet!"
"Nah, I like the earthie more!"
>I like this pony
"sonofabitchsonofabitchsonaofabitch!"
>we turn towards the swearing to see the orange coat of Star grows closer, his "sonofabitchsonofabitchsonaofabitch!"-ing ever louder before he finally leaps towards the deck
>he action movie hops into the ship, just barely grabbing onto the ledge and wiggling his butt to shimmy over the side, and into the boat
"Okay, let's go." tide says, returning with a map
>finally set sail for reals this time. High_Tide tells everyone that the island is pretty close, going to be a short boat trip

>crew start murmuring amongst themselves as the island nears view
>like hell I'm not going to eavesdrop on them for absolutely no reason....but one failed kekroll later and something catches my eyes..
>"Oh my god...this boat is made entirely of wood!" what a find!
>the crew interrupts the exchange as a dock is spotted just ahead, near the mouth of a small bay on the island.
>Capn_High_Tide is paying attention to the steering of the ship, but comments to us as the islands features rise up over the waves
"Well, it looks like people live here, so if it means stealing from the folks here, then that means absolutely no looting, got it?"
>collective: "aww....."
"..If we do find goodies to take back home, remember that I have a hardworking crew to reward as well, so don't lay dibs on anything until the trip is over and we're ready to leave. Got it?"
>well somethings better than nothing
>High_Tide steers the boat into port...a very run down, old, and very disused port. Cobwebs hang from a boatside shack, and discarded planks of wood litter the ground.
"place looks abandoned...someone stay here and guard the boat, we'll check out the rest of the island" High_Tide orders Pegasus pirate #2, while the rest of us hop out of the boat and climb ashore
>We all operate on amusment park logic and seek out the tallest building we can see from the ground and head towards it first. In this case, its a mill on the northern side of the island
>The group crosses a curved bridge designed so smaller boats can sail under it. It's a small building, and cleaner than the docks, suggesting the island just has no visitors. It has a small water wheel on the North-Eastern alcove of the smaller island, catching the river's current and grinding wheat. Inside contains all the components required for turning grain into flour. A single barrel of processed flour lies inside.
>Flora sticks her brown striped hooves inside the barrel, pulling out a sample for examination
"Its not moldy at all...looks like someone used this recently, in fact."
"... is everyone armed by any chance? I remember going to the last place i thought was abandoned only to nearly get eaten by a horde of the dead" she continues.
>We all pull out our disgustingly large arsenals in response. for being miniature horses, we certainly are better armed than 90% of humans I can recall.