I wake with half of my catamaran burried in the sand. Last night I was sick as a dog and let my boat drift off course. I have no idea where I am. I need to wait for night so I can navigate by the stars.
I have nothing to do other than dig up my boat. Or explore the unknown island. Yeah. I am going to explore the island and dig up my boat... eventualy.
The island is covered with big strong trees. Large wooden structures fille the trees. Most likely houses. I fly up to examine one of the structures. They are broken but I can tell they were built by griffons. The wood has talon sratches on it. The houses are old, but not pre-Equestrian. They were probably built five or six hundred years after Luna and Celestia became princesses.
I am on a Griffon Island. That makes sense. I was sailing from Griffonstone.
I choose to walk across the damp ground. Mud has never bothered me. Cutting my wings on tree branches does.
I take a sip from my canteen. I understand why this island was abandoned. I have been in colder volcanoes. Not literally. After trecking through a few miles of tree and broken homes I come to a clearing. I see the ocean. I walked across the entire island in two hours. Which gives me nine hours to explore before the sun goes down. Minus an hour to dig out my boat.
I (eventualy) find a small town built on the ground of all places. All that remains of most of the buildings is bits of metal, scraps of wood and small machines. Some of the machines look familure. The entire town seems to have run on a rudimentary form of geothemal power. Impressive especally concidering how old the town was. That also expains the unbareable heat.
In the center of town is a giant stone building. It was made of large mineral rich blocks. In the light is shined with more colors than a rainbow. A rainbow relfects the full spectrum of light. Parts of this building were made of carnotite. More colors than a rainbow.
For something that was obviously put together quicly and cheaply the stone building looks mostly sturdy. I decide to head in.
My lantern lights up the first room entirely. I notice there are a lot of weapons on the ground. Perhaps the griffons didn't take well to the ponies setting up shop on their island. I understand. I don't live in a forrest so I can be visited by strangers in the night.
The next few rooms don't have much worth noting. They are small room with odd locks. Holding cells? Is this a prison? Why would Ponies build a prison and geothermal generators on a griffon Island?
After a dozen room I entered a big room filled with operating tables. More bones than tables, but a lot of tables. This must be a hospital. The cells must have been used to quarintine patients. Was there an outbreak of some kind? Something does not add up. Where did the weapons come from? Why is a mildly radioactive building filled with griffon and pony bones?
I keep searching for answers.
I find an office on the third floor. Dr. W's office. It is a hospital. I search his desk and find a hidden compartment behind one of the drawers. In the compartment is two boxes. In the fist box is blueprints.
Blueprints for a city. Cloudsdale. They were drawn by Celestia herself. She proposed many ideas for how the city could remain suspended. A marker drew big Xs over all of them.
The second box contians... ... ... blueprints. Yay. I am actually quite excited. This may be the discovery of a liftime. It is the schematics for the operating tables. They are called the pegasus device. They were written by somepony called Woodentoaster. Dr. W? On the last blueprint he claimed to have perfected the device. Judging by the aount of bones in the other rooms I can safely guess he was wrong.
This island does need to be explored further. But not by me. I am going to sail home, tell Princess Twilight what I found and take a long rest. Who knows maybe the pegasus device will be able to save lives once it goes back into production.
Annnnd I still need to dig out my boat.
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Daring Doo in: The Lost Island. (A creepy pasta.)
ФанфикDaring Doo accidentily finds a lost island. She doesn't understand what she sees.