Quite ironically, as Gilbert was flying out towards the town to become a pirate, a pirate ship appeared on the ocean horizon. It was a beautiful wooden boat with three tall masts that had white sails flapping in the wind on them. On the side, written in blue paint, were the words
The Blue Tide.There were two Paragon standing on the deck of the ship, watching it move towards the Dead Coast. The first one was a blue Windgill with big, golden wings and gold bracelets around his legs, which jangled every time he moved. The second was a more greenish-blue Ambia with fewer accessories, but she had a purple mane that somehow looked like it was dyed that color. They were snuggled up against each other, suggesting that they were mates.
"So Tara," the Windgill said to his partner, "we're going to stop by the Dead Coast to reload on supplies. They've got a lot of salt here, you know, so much that it just washes up in big globs onto the beaches. We could use some more salt for our cooking and stuff. Other than that it's kind of boring...but I'll try to take you somewhere nice."
"Haha," Tara laughed, "I hope you don't plan on raiding the town, do you Vell?"
"Nahhh," Vell answered, shaking out his lovely blue mane. "There isn't much to raid, honestly...unless you're that desperate to get some salt." They laughed together at his joke. "Anyways...I think we'll be there in ten minutes or so. Help me get the crew ready, will ya?"
"Of course," Tara replied. The Paragon turned away from the deck and began walking around the rest of the ship, hollering out orders to their shipmates.