chapter 3

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Huddled against the wind and buffeted by the snow, Flash Sentry was swept far away to warmer water. Where an enemy, even greater than Cerberus. Flash woke up in a cage that was aboard a boat named: MISERY. 

"Oh, I think he's coming around," an elderly voice said. "Welcome back, lad."

"Where am I?" Flash asked, looking at his new surroundings.

"You're aboard the good ship misery," the voice said, revealing to be Granny Smith of the Apple Family. "You've been asleep nearly three days now."

"Three days!?" Flash jumped on his hooves. "I've been asleep for three days!? I'm sure Twilight thinks I'm lost forever!"

"Twilight?"

"A mare back home."

"Oh, your first Adelie." Cherilee smiled.

"What's your name?" Daring Do asked.

"Yes, yes, what's your name?" Cherilee sounded interesting as well.

"I'm Flash Sentry." the stallion in golden armor gave his name.

"Well, welcome aboard, Flash Sentry," Cherilee greeted. "Although, 'welcome' probably isn't the appropriate word."

"Outrage!" Daring Do argued. "Is the appropriate word."

"Yes." Cherilee argeed.

"Abomination!" Dr. Whooves said.

"The indignity!" Mr. and Mrs. Cake said with their foal twins, Pound and Pumpkin.

"The horror..." Photo Finish said.

Photo: If you're into pain and agony

Cakes: Agony

Granny Smith: If you love the great outdoors

Chorus: Welcome aboard the good ship of Misery

The Misery is all yours

Everyday begins with with misery

Misery

Breakfast in a rusty cup

Then we got them all good and miserable

And then we'll all throw up

The boat's got a place so hot

That soon you'll see you've got the rot, and oh

Granny Smith: There's never sun

Filthy Rich: The rats have run

Photo Finish: Do everyone remember fun?

Chorus: No!

"I just thought I'd ask." Photo Finish shrugged.

Chorus: If you think this could never be

Think again, if you're thinking it's the Ritz

Fat chance, sorry, but the Good Ship Misery

Dr. Whooves: Is a reality

"What?" Flash couldn't understand what they were all talking about.

Chorus: Flash, baby, this is the pit

Dr. Whooves: You sit and think

Mares: And pray we sink

Granny Smith: Your muscles shrink

Dr. Whooves: You start to stink

Chorus: And phew!

And they plop that slimy slop and drop the glop of the slop top

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