The bottom of the Jörmungandr opened up and several gantry cranes lowered their wires, we helped the American to un hitch the Caravan, or Camper as he called it, so that they could be lifted up separately, whilst they lifted the Caravan I had a look under the bonnet of the pickup truck.

“Well there’s your problem” I said, looking at the ruined engine, I turned to the American “it was a V8 as well. for a start, You’ll need new ball joints for the front axle, followed by a new steering rack, fuel sump is probably buggered, you’ll need new bumper and the chassis will need repairing, could do with new transmission as well, and don’t get me started on the engine” the American stared at me.

“My stepdad’s a mechanic” I said “you pick up a few things after a while, I’ll contact him at some point to get a proper diagnosis”

“I thought you said there wasn’t any other humans on this planet” the American said.

“Magic” I said with a shrug.

“Seriously” he said, deadpanning

“Seriously, magic, it actually exists here, a friend of mine developed a spell that allows electronic devices to connect with networks on earth, including internet and phone networks” I said, noticing the look on his face I added “don’t even bother asking me to explain it, because I understand fuck all about magic, I only use it” I then ignited the magic in my hand.

“Well” he said with a chuckle “how about that?”

“don’t worry about finding new parts” I said “we have a huge workshop on board, with forges, and there is bound to be someone willing to help you, I had help when I built a hover bike, and even now, I’m refitting my classic motorcycle from home to work with tech from this world”

“Why run the risk of ruining a classic vehicle?” he asked.

“It was built in India in the 90s, when they had no quality control, thus, it never ran more than a few tens of miles, the engine was a single cylinder piece of shit, and you could never get the timing valves to stay in sync, the gear box needs refitting, also there isn’t any petrol on this planet”

“Petrol?” he asked, I sighed.

“Gasoline is called petroleum in the U.K., there aren’t any fuel pumps on this world, so I have to re-fit the bike anyway, no way am I leaving that bike to gather dust, my dad was trying to get it to work before he died, I’m carrying on where he left off”

“What part of the U.k. are you from?” he asked.

“Until I came here I was living in the north-east of England, in a shitty little town called Scunthorpe” I said “take my advice, and never go there, in fact, just stay out of the U.K. entirely, it’s just a shitty little 500 mile by 200 mile island which has rain 300 days of the year, and everyone is always complaining, when it rains, they complain it’s too cold, when it’s sunny, they complain it’s too hot, there is literally nothing worth seeing”

“I’ll keep that in mind” he said, smirking, the crew began to tie cables around the pickup truck “How long have you been here?”

“About a year and four or five months” I said “I had trouble adapting at first, but eventually, I got the hang of it, it helps if you make friends with locals”

“Got it” he said, he then jumped into the back of the pickup truck and held out a hand “hop in” I grabbed a hold of his hand and climbed on, the pickup started to lift up into the hold, Autumn and Boris flew up, I watched Autumn.

“How did I get so lucky?” I asked, to no one in particular, the American looked at me.

“What?”

“Her” I said, gesturing to the orange pegasus “what did do to deserve someone as special as her”

“Are you and her…?” he asked, trailing off.

“Together? Yes, for about a 4 months, and I haven’t looked back since” he gave me a look “hey! Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, besides, I don’t see many human females walking around, may as well make the best of what’s available, you certainly have more variety on this planet, some more easy on the eyes than others, most are a damn slight more caring than any girl I’ve met on earth, also, things such as same sex couples are a lot are accepted and even welcomed in countries like Equestria, if you are to that particular preference”

“Yeah, no thanks, I don’t swing that way” he said.

“Fair enough, just though I’d mention it” I said, I then turned to him and poked him in the chest “just don’t go giving others a hard time if they do, as you put it, ‘swing that way’, I also don’t tolerate any discrimination on this ship, if I catch you giving others a hard time, and you don’t have a very good reason, I’ll keelhaul your arse and leave you there”

“Err, what’s keelhauling?” he asked, taking a step back all the same.

“It’s where I tie you to the keel of the ship an leave you there” I said, he took and even bigger step back “originally used by pirates on earth, they would also sail towards the nearest reef, be thankful all you would have to deal with is the heights and the seagulls for a few hours, and before you ask, keelhauling is an official form of punishment in the Equestrian Royal Navy”

“I’ll keep that in mind” he said, looking few shades paler, the pickup truck finally reached the hold and we jumped onto the floor.

“All things considered” I said “Welcome to the Equestrian Royal Navy”

“Just like that?” he asked.

“On my ship, you have to work to earn a place to stay” I said, I then began walking out of the hold, the American followed “Don’t worry about your stuff, the crew will sort it out, now, what sort of skills do you have?”

“Well, I know martial arts” he said “and I’m quite the shot with a paintball gun, I can also make explosives”

“You also seem quite the shot with a tomahawk” I pointed out “that puts you on the defence sector, which means you’ll become a royal guard, so you’ll need a set of armour making”

“Oh, I already have armour, set of swords as well, appeared when I arrived here” he said, I looked at him and raised an eyebrow “the reason I’m wearing normal clothes is because it’s gold and white, not the best for hunting in a forest”

“Oh” I said “fair enough, you’ll still need a set of official armour making though, it’s mostly ceremonial armour, for social events and such, I have a set, even though I have this” I gestured to my armour

“Anything else I need to know?” he asked.

“If you want any tech you have to be connected to wireless networks from earth, then call for the ships magical construct, he’s kind of like the ship A.I.s from Halo if you’ve played that game, he’s called Jörmungandr, you can call for him from any part of the ship and he’ll appear, he’ll apply the spell for you, then you can contact whoever you need to explain the situation to them, also, if you go to the armoury, we have unique weapons there, give some of them a try-out”

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*POV 3rd person*

The American walked into the hold of the ship, he walked into the caravan and called for the ships magical construct.

“How may I help you?” Jörmungandr asked, appearing next to the human

“Vuur Koning said you had a spell to connect human tech to networks on earth” he said

“That is correct, would you like me to perform that spell?” the construct asked, the human nodded, all of the Humans technological items glowed briefly “Anything else?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have anyway of sending items from earth to here, would you?” The construct paused.

“Yes…but it is very consuming on magic, please wait whilst I get clearance from Captain Vuur Koning” the construct disappeared, a few minutes later he reappeared “the Captain has permitted the use of the spell, however, I am going to have to access your memories to be able to perform it correctly”

“You better not go messing with any of my memories” He said defensively

“You need only focus on the correct memory” the construct said “and it is against my perimeters to alter memories in any way or reveal them to others without your permission”

“Well…okay” he said hesitantly, the construct nodded before disappearing, the lights dimmed slightly before a glow enveloped the human, who focused on his possessions, soon a mass of light appeared in an empty area of the hold, when the light faded there was a huge pile of items.

“T…sp…s…omplete” Jörmungandr stuttered, his form flickering and braking up, the American quirked an eyebrow before checking through the items, he was interrupted from his rummaging by Vuur Koning exclaiming

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*POV 1st person Vuur Koning*
I walked through the ship towards the hold, Jörmungandr had come to me requesting the use of the mass summoning spell for items that belonged to the American, I’d accepted, what I didn’t expect was for the lights to cut out, I walked into the hold and stopped, where there was just the damaged pickup truck and the caravan, there was now a heap of god knows what placed next to them.

“Bloody hell!” I said “I didn’t know you had this much stuff, now we’re gonna be stuck here until tomorrow”

“What!?” the American said.

“The summoning spell” I said “the more items there are, the more energy it uses, same with the mass for each item” I noticed a Kawasaki Ninja sports-bike, as well as a quad-bike and a dirt-bike

“Seems you are also a fan of bikes” I noted, he nodded, I walked up to the sports-bike and placed a hand on the fuel tank “nice bike, although I personally would have gone for a Suzuki Bandit or a Honda Deauville”

“Deauville?” he asked.

“Sort of like a sports-cruiser with panniers, only available in Europe and the U.K., it’s best suited for long haul runs, but the engine packs enough of a punch to get you off the line faster than, let’s say, a Harley” I explained “come on, I’ll give you a hand with the bikes, they’ll go in a designated area of the workshops that, from now on, belongs to you” he grabbed the handlebars on the Sports-bike and kicked the stand out from under it, I did the same with the dirt-bike.

“Lead the way” he said, I then lead him to a lift that we had.

“It’s a shame I found out about this after I got the Enfield sent here” I said, wheeling the bike in and pressing the button for the workshop level (yes, the workshops took up an entire floor) “wheeling a classic motorbike up several flights of stairs is not fun” he chuckled

“What sort of condition is it in?” he asked.

“Could be worse” I said, after a few moments we reached the workshops and we wheeled the bikes to a section of the workshops that was directly next to mine, I walked over to what was left of the Enfield, which was literally the frame, handlebars, suspension and wheels, and the fuel tank, although that wasn’t fixed down, the rest of it was scattered around various tables, in pieces, the hover-bike was over in one corner, still waiting for a paint-job, a placed a hand on the fuel tank of the Enfield and patted it before saying sadly “this is my way of remembering my dad, by continuing where he left off, he would want me to get it working, not just leave it in the corner, of a workshop gathering dust” the American walked over and patted my shoulder, before walking back to the lift, I followed.

“How are we gonna get the camper into the workshop?” he asked, I froze.

“Err, you don’t have a ball joint for towing it with the quad, do you?” I asked, he shook his head.

“It fits over the back of the pickup” he said “why would it have a ball-joint?”

“In the U.K. we tow them via a tow-bar on the rear bumper, they don’t have an overhang like American ones, they’re more like American caravans from the 50s and 60s, you know, those silver ones that look like spaceships”

“Really!?” he asked in surprise.

“Yeah, except they’re all white and made of fiberglass, they’re also built like boxes now, rather than bullets, I wish they did look like American ones, they look a hell of a lot cooler, anyway, I can’t think of a way to tow it into the lift, unless you have another pickup truck somewhere”

“No” he said.

“Oh, bullocks”

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Minion walked into the hold and stopped, he raised an eyebrow at what he saw, Vuur Koning and the American were trying to push the caravan into the lift…and failing miserably at it, Minion just stood there for a few moments with a smirk on his face from watching them struggle, after some time Vuur Koning noticed his brother.

“How long have you been standing there?” he asked.

“Long enough” Minion said, walking to the front of the caravan and lifting it up, before pulling it into the lift by himself, Vuur Koning and the American fell to the floor from the sudden lack of caravan that they had been leaning against.

“You bloody show off, you bastard!” Vuur Koning said, getting up.

“You’re just jealous because I’ve got the most muscles out of the two of us” Minion said, lifting up an arm and kissing his biceps

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I turned to the American.

“Sometimes I think he’s become even more of a show off since he became a Toa” I said, getting the Quad-bike and following Minion onto the lift

“What powers do you have?” the American asked.

“He controls magnetism” I said “I control fire, we also have a Toa of iron, air, sound and plant-life, I’m guessing you know of Bionicle then” the American nodded.

“Yes, although I didn’t think Toa came in teams of anything other than the standard six elements” he said “I thought Toa of other elements just sort of…wandered”

“The Toa Mahri were technically a team of five in the end” I pointed out “there was also the Toa Mangai, which had Toa Lhikan, 4 Toa of ice, two Toa of water, a Toa of air and 3 Toa that no one knows the exact details of, that’s 11 Toa”

“Ah, I forgot about those” he said, the elevator reached the workshops, Minion leaned out from behind the caravan.

“Where do you want this?” he asked.

“Berth next to mine” I said “the one with the Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle and the dirt-bike” Minion nodded before disappearing behind the caravan, the front of it lifted up and the American and I had to jump out of the way to avoid being run-over by the caravan, once out of the lift he stopped and spun the caravan around a full 180’ before carrying on, the American gave a low whistle.

“I wish I was that strong” he said.

“He was strong before he become a Toa” I said “and now, I’ve seen him lift a ¼ ton turbine with no effort, he could probably lift 4 times as much without breaking a sweat” Minion put the caravan into place and the walked back to the lift, we followed

“Let’s get the pick-up truck” he said, he then turned to the American “if ever you need help getting the engine out, just fine me or Scar”

“Which one was Scar, again?” he asked.

“The wolf” both me and Minion said at the same time.

“He has a scar on his face” I said “so the name is kind of self-explanatory, anyway, once we’ve gotten everything into the workshop, we’ll show you our common room where all of our group of friends hang out, I’ll warn you just as I’ve warned everyone else who has joined our group, one, it gets pretty crazy at times, and two, no one but me and Minion can touch the stereo system or the record collection, if you have a request, ask if we have it in the collection”

“And what do you have in the collection?” he asked

“List what groups you like and I’ll tell you if we have that” I said.

“Michael Jackson?”

“We should have something on C.D.”” I said

“AC/DC?” both me and Minion looked at each other and grinned.

“Just about every album on vinyl L.P.” I said, his jaw dropped

“What exactly do you have in your collection?” the American asked

“About 1600 records” I said, he gawped “our dad was awesome, simple as that, we’ve got just about every single Beatles album, including the U.S.A. versions and an original pressings of the White album and Abby road unopened, Iron maiden? Yep, Black Sabbath? Yep, Led Zeppelin? Yep, I could go on and on, but we would be here all day, I also have an L.P. of Sabaton’s latest album”

“Who?” he asked, both me and Minion deadpanned.

“You don’t know who Sabaton is!?” I asked

“No”

“oh Fantasia” I muttered “they’re a Swedish Power-Metal band that sings mostly about war, their last two Albums have been available on vinyl as well as C.D., speaking of which, I should probably get Carolus Rex on Vinyl at some point” the lift reached the hold and Minion walked towards the pick-up.

“Whack some of the stuff in the back” he said “we can reduce the time spent going back and forth if we use the pick-up as a makeshift wheel barrow” we nodded before putting some of the stuff in there, I picked up a frame of some sort with a navy medal of honour

“Bloody hell” I said, showing the American the medal, he promptly took it off of me “what did you do to be awarded that!”

“I wasn’t” he said, looking at it with a nostalgic smile on his face “it belonged to an old friend of mine who was a Navy Seal” he then carefully placed it in the back of the pick-up, he then looked at me.

“Out of curiosity” he said “what is the British equivalent of the Medal of honour?” I thought for a moment.

“That’s the highest possible award in the U.S. military, correct?” I asked, nodding to the Medal of Honour, the American nodded “soldiers of the U.K. are awarded the Victoria Cross instead, although the grave of the British Unknown Warrior was given a Medal of Honour by the U.S.A. and the U.K. awarded the American Unknown Soldier in kind” he nodded, for several hours we went back and forth, dropping off items at the workshop to be sorted out later, at the end of it I laid down on the ground.

“We can sort out that stuff tomorrow” I said “I’ve had enough of moving things back and forth for one day, and you need to find yourself a name, you can stay in the caravan until we find you a set of living quarters”

“Sure” he said.

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