Author's Notes:

This is what I wrote. Have fun.

Michel had sat in the room next to Celestia’s for about four hours, planning his interrogation of Twilight Sparkle. He’d only met these people yesterday, and they were already asking him for help. They were trusting him too quickly, that meant he shouldn’t trust them. He peered out a window, and saw the moon begin to rise, deciding it was high time to put his plan into motion he left the castle, through it’s long corridors, and winding halls. Making way to his ship to gather supplies he may need. The city was dark, lit only by an occasional street lamp. Eventually he made it to the port, and boarded his ship, looking for Kurt, who kept record of all items to be used for, 'information gathering'. Michel waltzed below deck into the lieutenant's quarters, and kicked the man awake.

"Gah, Michel? What the hell do you want?"

"The lamps, a battery, some wires, an electrical switch, and some rope."

The tired man stirred, and thought for a moment. "In the cargo area, a box that says diamond encrusted vibrators."

Neither acknowledging, nor questioning the reason behind such a box being aboard his ship, he made his way to the cargo area. It was, strangely, the most pleasant place on the Olsen, the goddamn captain's quarters paled in comparison. He’d known that Kurt was holding out on him from day one. Always giving his damn stock better accommodations than his friggin’ captain. Anyway, that wasn’t what mattered. What did matter was that he brought the supplies back to the castle, it was by no means a large box, easily carried across the city. He took the box, and made his way back to his room. He made it about twenty feet into the city, before he ran into a familiar woman with prismatic hair.

“Hey.” Rainbow Dash said, upon noticing Michel. “What are you doing out here so late?” She asked.

“What are you doing out here so late?” Michel gave a retaliatory question.

“Don’t get smart with me, I asked you a question.”

“And I exercised my right to not answer your clearly hypocritical question.” Michel’s remarks only served to irritate Rainbow, she quickly formed a scowl, and noticed what he was holding.

“What’s in the box?” She questioned.

“Nothing for you to concern your pretty little head about.”

Rainbow’s jaw dropped, and her hand shot out, and grabbed Michel by his collar. “Just what the hell is that supposed to mean!?” She yelled.

“It’s supposed to mean, it’s none of your damn business.” He replied, shaking her hand off. “Now if you’ve got nothing useful to say, leave me be.” Michel turned to walk away only for Rainbow Dash to zoom in front of him, taking a strong stance in his way.

“No.” She said sternly. “Now tell me. What is in the box?”

Michel hesitated, for only a second before he bolted to nearby alleyway. It didn’t matter how fast she was, if he was more agile. She kept up at first. Nearly copying every move he made, but eventually she began to slip up. Tripping here, jumping too late there. Soon enough, she couldn’t keep him in sight, and he got away. That doesn’t mean he stopped running, in fact, he had realized that Canterlot had an incredibly complex system of alleys, which he gladly used to make it back to the castle in secret.

When he did get back, he noticed that the guards that were once guarding the castle had fallen asleep, making them only slightly better than the ones in the Greater Narcoleptic Republic. He waltzed back into the castle and up to his temporary quarters, leaving the box under his bed, and getting his ass in bed.

Michel was awoken by a tapping, some asshole rapping on his chamber door. He wanted to punch them. He stood, and walked to his door, yanking it open. On the other side was Admiral Blueblood.

“Hello captain. It is good to see you again.” He said with a grin.

“And you as well, what is it you wanted?”

“I came to invite you to breakfast.” Blueblood said.”Would you walk with me?”

Michel thought for a moment. “Sure, just let me get dressed.” He retreated back inside the room for a moment, and went back out wearing a tight black t-shirt, and pre-cataclysm NATO fatigue bottoms and combat boots. “Alright, you lead the way?”

Blueblood motioned for Michel to follow, and the two began walking. “Were you a soldier at any point before you became a pirate?”

Michel snickered at the question. “Oh no, I’ve been a pirate all my life. My ship on the other hand, she was one hell of a military ship.”

“So I assume your parents were pirates then.”

“Yes, my father was captain before me, and my mother was a whore at a pirate stronghold.”

Blueblood nearly cringed at his casual use of such language, and to so easily call one’s own mother a whore. Either this man held no real morals, or he was as deplorable as pirates seemed. “I’m sorry sir, but how can you say such things about your own mother?”

Michel shrugged. “She was a whore. She had sex for money, my dad got her pregnant, she gave birth nine months later, my dad took me and left. The day of my birth was the only day I ever saw my mother.” Blueblood didn’t react badly to the statement, in fact he seemed a little relieved that Michel wasn’t insulting a woman who’d loved him his entire life, of course, despite realizing that he’d certainly had much time to come to terms with not having a mother, it still rubbed him the wrong way, maybe it was because he reminded Blueblood a little of himself, when he was an ass. Only a little though, as Michel didn’t seem to think that everyone was below him like Blueblood did, he still had a rude mouth.

“Well, at least your father wanted you. You could have ended up on the streets, or worse.” Blueblood said.

“I know, I miss the old man.”

“Is he dead?”

“Yeah.” Michel said nonchalantly. “Getting caught by a Spanish firing squad will do that to you.”

Blueblood nearly choked on nothing when he heard Michel’s response. “F-firing sqaud? They executed your father?”

“Yeah, it’s the only way to combat piracy.” Michel said in his most offensive Spanish accent. “Assholes just don’t like the fact that we don’t submit to their authority.”

“Do pirates even have any kind of central authority?”

“Hell no!” Michel said loudly, while speeding up and stopping in front of Blueblood. “No Gods, No Masters! We’re all the kings and the beggars of the sea. If we want something, we’ll take it. If we can’t defend it then we don’t deserve it. Our crew is our family, and our family comes before anything else, be it service, negotiation or taxes, and the government can kiss our asses if they don’t like it!” Michel was so absorbed in his spiel, he didn’t notice the door behind him open.

“Well said, captain.” Said a certain princess, with colorful hair. “Your crew is your family, and nothing is more important than family. Celestia gave Blueblood an almost motherly smile. “Now, would you join us for breakfast?”

“I’d be honored ma’am.” Celestia led him into a large dining hall, the table was covered in everything, from pancakes, to steak, to carrots. For once Michel didn’t mind the royalty.