I sat on a crate as Mr. Hawthorne loaded up the ship. "So you think we'll die?" I asked Flint calmly. "I think it's about fifty-fifty right now." I rubbed the back of my neck and coughed.

Flint shifted his hooves. "Well I hope we don't, but yeah, sixty-forty, somewhere around there."

The ponies continued to load the paddle ships as they sat in Los Pegasus harbor. "Hmm, oh well. Never done something like this before. Its pretty cool I guess. Aside from the whole frozen death plane, thing." I tugged at my coat. "Got a sweet coat too, so I mean...still pretty sweet so far."

Flint nodded. "And have you seen the sketches of Eureka? If she's still alive...like Celestia.... Oh my gosh could you even imagine?"

I smiled and rubbed my nose. "Cute red heads? Thousands of years of fighting would make her pretty fit, right? Probably gonna be pretty sexy if she's not bones." I patted my book and rubbed it. "God I hope she's not dead. If she is it's going to turn into Jamestown pretty quick over there."

Flint cocked his head. "Huh?"

"British colony back on earth. Everyone almost died." I scratched my neck. "Oh man...if she's real she's gonna be a bit like Pocasomething." I laughed to myself and stood up. "I wonder if she'll accidentally mistake us for monsters and just burn us alive." I rubbed my hands together. "God I hope not...."

Flint shrugged. "Well, I'll be fine. And I think she'll probably get that we're on the same side with the coats and everything." He looked at the banners hanging from the ships. "And the banners...." He looked over at the crates as they were hoisted up onto the ship. "And the emblems on everything...." He scratched his head and took off his hood. "This is a cult, isn't it?"

I shrugged. "Eh. Probably. Just don't listen and you'll be fine. It's like being on a bus with a crackhead, you just have to ignore the one guy and enjoy the rest of the ride." I rubbed my hands together. "I mean, I get to have a gun! Probably means I'm on the front lines, but hey...free gun!" I laughed softly. "Ooooh boy.... We're all gonna fucking die." I chuckled one last time and picked up the crate I had been sitting on. "Yolo...am I right?"

Flint shook his head and made an ugly face. "Really?"

I started laughing. "Oh yeah man. Big time, pull all this swag up--"

"Stop it." Flint shook his head and pulled his hood back on. "You're such a tard Nick."

I shrugged. "I know." I started off towards the ramp up into the first ship. "Anyways...how long is this supposed to take?" I walked along the concrete dock and passed a few ponies in white coats.  Flint walked along my side as we loaded up for the trip. "...No idea?"

Flint grunted. "Probably like a day or something." He walked ahead of my and stepped up onto the metal ramp up to our white washed ship. "These things are pretty fast." He stomped his hoof on the metal ramp and laughed. "I mean, it's not like...one of those speedy boat things you humies got, but still."

I walked up onto the ramp and hopped down onto the deck. "I guess. So like a day?"

"Give or take." Flint looked around at the other followers. "Gonna be exciting! Probably...unless we all die."

"I don't know, that'd probably still be pretty exciting." I scratched my arm. "I mean, in a fucked up, oh shit this is terrifyingly awesome! Kinda way."