Crashing Wave listened intently to his sibling; he had a feeling that she had suffered a blow to her pride by someone close to her, one of their kin perhaps. He knew she was strong, stronger than most if he had to be honest and in some ways than he but she regarded the words of their kin very highly. 

Once she finished he chuckled lightly,” As I recall lass more often than not ye were more impaired than I.” His voice softened,” But I get what ye comin’ form. “He looked out at the water.” An’ ye ain’t a tease that’s fer sure. Take it from th’ one who coined th’ term brutally ‘onest, well save fer th’ Spirit o’ Truth, “Crashing grimaced, “Right cruel bastard if ye ask me but none th’ less ye ain’t a tease.” He craned his neck so he looked right into Thea’s eyes. “Ye just see what ye like an’ go fer it. That’s yer nature lass plain an’ simple an’ if’n anyone ‘as a problem with it,” he unsheathed a scimitar,” I’ll give em what fer.” 

He sheathed his blade and tightened his wing around the lithe alicorn,” Now then lass what say we ‘ave a ‘unt fer ole time’s sake aye?”
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Grimwing laughed followed shortly by the other pirates,” That’s alright mate. Ye caught on right enough.” He gave the unicorn a playful jab in the ribs,” Though we did ‘ave ta spell it out fer ye.” He hoisted a sack onto his back,” Come one th’ market awaits let’s see what we can get fer these ‘ere trinkets.” The Pegasus trotted forward with a grin on his face and a shanty humming in his throat. 
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[i]’Quite the mess,’[/i] Astral carefully walked across the stained rug of the old house he had been able to track down. The house looked as though somepony had ransacked it several times. Glass shards littered the floor and what looked to be blood satins marked the white wood walls and tarnished mahogany floor. This had once been a beautiful and cared for home now it was a din for rats and other vermin. 

The cyan unicorn made his way up the old stairs and quickly located the master bedroom. It looked the same as the rest of the house, ransacked and possibly looted. Astral lit his horn up and closed his eyes, searching for anything out of the ordinary. With a snort he stopped his astral eye spell. [i] He more than likely left in a hurry,’[/i] Astral’s expression became pensive. Then he noticed something shine in the corner. Curious he walked toward it, noticing that the corner of the rug was pealed back slightly. Astral pulled it back, revealing a safe what looked to be made of a shining metal. 

He put a hoof on but recoiled when it seared his flesh,[i]’Bloody hell.’[/i] Despite the pain, he smirked,[i]’Clever old friend.’[/i]. His horn lit up as he worked to unlock the box. It held no lock, nor a handle. This safe would only open to a series of spells. After a moment of focus there was a click and the door popped open. Inside a small notebook sat. With all the caution in the world Astral picked the notebook up, inside was a jumble of letters and numbers. To a plebian this would make no sense but to a trained eye it made perfect sense. Astral snapped the book shut and made his way to the door. He had a code to decipher.