A stallion galloped along a beach at an easy speed, aparently singing to himself. His appearance was quite surprizing in such a bright and sunny place. His coat was a deep blue, and etched in veinlike markings of a deeper hue. Blazes of white ran down his back, and socked his hind legs. A strange vest like top over a tan torn blouse held over his upperhalf. Laced straps of leather hung about his front legs, simalar leather straped his hind legs. He wore shoes of glistening gold to match the gold ring in his ear. His mane and long almost lionlike tail was a bright electric blue streaked in white. A long braid wraped in his mane tiped in beads of blue yellow and red. His horn had to be the oddest part though as it was thick and transparent and appeared to have jolts of electricity dancing within. His bright blue eyes danced as he went along. "A Pirates life is peaceful....Till someone cuts you up!!" he sang to a climax and slamed to a halt in the sand. His cutless bouncing along his side as he did so. Apon his hind was a compass tatooed onto his flesh, but only on the left side.

Growing up on the streets was hard...REALLY hard. My mom couldn't afford to get me the same things most foals got...toys..candy...FOOD. So I was pretty much on my own. She was always sick, and stayed in the stables alot..No we weren't owned, we just lived in a tiny abandoned coral just outside of town. One day, the "Queens" men came to reposess the coral, to plow it down to make room for whatever else it might be they felt they needed and when they found me and mother there they told us we had three days to clear out....Well of course mother was too weak to move, and I certainly couldn't carry her, so three days came and went and the soldiers returned. I told them if they could only help me carry my mother, we'd happily get out of their way. An admiral neared me with a most cold stare, as if he were a snake trying to look kind. "Oh don't worry son, I'll help you mother..." he whispered, then rose his gun and fired............I barely remember screaming....as I saw the crimson burst from my mothers chest, and she fell limp, I charged at the soldiers..Though I was still very small, I could put up a fight when I needed to. Suddenly, just as it seemed I would lose and suffer the same fate, a bright light burst onto the scene and began to plow down the others like twigs. In moments I was laying on the ground staring up at a young stallion, just a year older than myself. He had a few tattos marking his white and gray coat, and long billowing blond hair. He looked down at me, and then began to turn away to leave. "PLEASE...don't leave me.." I whimpered, he having been the only one to have ever helped me in my life. And then something amazing happened...the stallion turned back and looked down at me. Without a word he walked to my mother and gazed down at her. "We should bury her before more come.." he replied simply and began to dig in the soft sand with his hooves. I hurried to help him, and when our work was done, I stood, still sobbing over her grave. The stallion looked down at me quietly. "You got a name kid?" he asked. "Tugo..." I replied between sniffles. "Well Tugo...My name is Drake...and if you really want to get even with those who killed you mother...You can join me.....and become a Pirate." he replied simply, as if it were self evident. I stoped. I'd heard of pirates and what they did but something in me changed that day. Without another word, I sniffled my tears up and stood. "I'll do it.." I replied...and off we went.

~Part Two...The Storm~