Crashing shrugged and took another swig before capping it and setting it back in his bag. He looked at the dartfish that had materialized in the water. One in particular started chasing the others, causing Crashing to smirk. When he saw Thea’s expression however his smile disappeared. It was rare to see the Huntress in such a mood. With a grunt Crashing stood up and plodded over to Thea and took a seat beside her. Crashing watched in silence as the fish swam in circles. Before long the dartfish started fighting in the water. 

He cast a glance at his sibling. Her mood worried him. Among most of his siblings Thea was one of the few he not only loved but respected. She was just as much a fighter as he. Besides that their spheres were connected as well. He looked back at the fish and extended a wing over, draping it over her shoulders in a comforting gesture. 

“Tell me lass what’s on yer mind?” 
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Grimwing looked at Charter like head grown a second head,” Yer serious right. Ye don’t know who Captain Wave is?” 
Silence reigned on the dock as each pirate looked at the unicorns with a slacked jawed expression before they erupted in laughter. 

“That be a land-lubber alright,” one said, barely able to breathe from laughing so hard. 

“Captain Wave is The Lord of the Sea and the Seapony’s patron God,” Grimwing said between laughs,” ‘e’s also one of the alicorns that descended onto Equestria. Surely ye’ve heard th’ tales of th’ Gods descendin’ on our realm lad. As for how we simple pirates ended up in the company of legends. Captain Wave wanted ta see how these ponies were doin’ despite everything.” Grimwing looked out into the harbor,” When we got here we was amazed lad. These ponies regarded the Captain like you or I would’ve regarded Celestia or Luna. To them ‘e was a king. And we was looked at with respect too cause of this here blessing,” the Pegasus showed Charter his blessing mark,” This here was granted ta each of us by the Captain. This a mark of bein’ one of ‘is crew and proof the Sea will always be on yer side.” 
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-Two days later-
Astral arrived in Canterlot sometime before dusk. The city was bustling with unicorns, some in the company of their slaves, running to and fro on last minute errands or just beginning to head home. It was refreshing for him. He so loved the city and all its activity. He often times missed it but now was not the time for nostalgia he had a pony to find. Without any further delay he mad e his way to the Inquisition headquarters. 

Once there Astral looked up at the massive building. A statue of Head Inquisitor Trixie Lulamoon was above the ornate double doors. Astral rolled his eyes; he had once met the eccentric mare in all her ponce. While he respected her as a fellow spell caster and illusionist he still could not stand the arrogant mare. But he had to admit she got the job done. With a sigh he entered the building. Inside a black stallion stood at the front desk, a book in front of him. Astral plodded over and rung tapped the counter. 

“There aren’t any scheduled appointments today,” the buck said dully without even looking away from his book,” Come back tomorrow after you go through the proper channels to get one.” 

Astral cleared his throat,” Well then I see not even a High Priest these days can get a look at the archives.” 

“What are-“the buck looked over his book with an annoyed expression. His face blanched when he realized who was standing before him. He shook visibly before swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat,’ I-I’m so-sorry my l-lord I” 

“Save your words colt,” Astral grunted,” I wish to see the archives. Point me in their direction.” 

“Down that hall and first door on the left,” the unicorn pointed a shaky hoof at a door to his left.

“Thank you,” the cyan unicorn grunted before going through the door. Astral closed the door before pressing his ear to the door. He heard a something slam against the desk.

“I am so fired.”
Astral chuckled before starting down the hall. He remembered how he was at that age so it really didn’t bother him. Inside the archive, tomes lined bookshelves arranged by date and importance of events or dates. Astral scanned the books before finding what he had been looking for. It was a detailed report of a riot that had happened some years prior. He scanned the tome until he found his prize. [i]’Here we are.’[/i] A report listing the casualties, including a one Silver Scalpel. He had been mentioned as a martyr but Astral knew the truth. The good Doctor was indeed alive of that he was sure, from here though he would need to track the epigamic stallion down. The old goat was much too clever to get killed by slaves so there was only a possible solution. He noticed that the tome listed a last state of residence. [i]1832 West Rose Lane that’s my next target,[/i] Astral closed the tome with a clop and started out the door.