You get trampled by the crowd trying to make your way over.Bong.>>393232
You burst, wings wide, into the air.Bong.>>393235
He hoofs you fifteen doubloons.Bong.>>393234
A chorus of gunfire consumes you, and you're torn apart by the ensuring hail of lead.
As you slowly lose consciousness, the life slipping from you, you think you hear a tolling in the distance. Does it toll for you?Bong.>>393239
You wrestle over a gun, but end up getting shot, going helpless, now down to two wounds. Monty leaps and successfully lashes around the throat of another pony.Bong.>>393240
You shake him awake. Rosemary remarks, "Don't forget to thank him for the lessons, at the music shop!"Bong.>>393241
"For now? To me. I'm taking command of the Eagle's Roost. The hunk of junk you see over there."
He points a wing to a hunk of junk you see over there.Bong.>>393247
You can't fight your way through the crowd.Bong.
–-Bong.Everything seems to just… fall apart.
The dock alone is busy. Ponies are everywhere. Ships left and right. Most of the menials move into the city immediately and head off for the red light district, but the city is quite large and much to offer. Smitts has already departed, and Abilio is not in his cabin.
There are quite a few ships arriving this morning. It's a good thing you were able to secure a dock to land at all. As you head out toward the city from the port, a pony runs up to you, looking half-mad, "Turn back! You've got to get out now!"
It is nine o'clock in the morning. Everyone is at the docks, except Friesian Cross, who is enjoying a free morning bagel before heading off to the apothecary.Everyone rolls perception immediately before any other actions.