Avast sat at the wheel of her ship, coasting lightly on the small, sturdy pirate ship, in her solitude along the predefined path of circuitry running through the . The turns were sharp, and both hooves were required to spin the wheel around to steer her around a ninety-degree turn. Though it was difficult, she managed every time, not a scrape on her precious boat. Her horn glowed silver as she opened a map, figuring where she was. It seemed it was smooth, straight sailing for the next while, for the ship wasn't the fastest. 

Taking advantage of the straight path she rolled up the map neatly and carried it to her captain's quarters, stashing it in her chest and withdrawing her precious bottle of rum. She'd sipped at it sparingly through her journey, and periodically nagged Anonymous to buy her another. Unfortunately, that landlubber bought whatever was cheapest. He proclaimed that it was within his budget. In Avast's eyes, there was no excuse for purchasing terrible rum -- either way the company responsible received fund of some sort.

A quick glance at the path ahead revealed no troubled waters, though what was betrayed made her set her rum back down and burst out onto the main deck as fast as she good. In a flash of magic she summoned her trusty bronze and wooden telescope, peering around at the path ahead in her guessed general direction of the object. What could damn well be a virus or anything else was one of the few things that told her she could wait for her drink. Making sure she was still on course, she was across the wooden deck in a flash, yanking down the sails as she searched for the distraction.

The sound of hooves or similar appendages against her deck alerted her, and from her belt she drew a cutlass. Though many, the attackers would not get by. Her mind raced as hard and fast as her hooves against the deck as she charged whatever it was. 

"Avast, ye scurvy viruses!" she bellowed, taking aim. Sparks flew and the echoing clang of the clashing steel.
Without a crew, the infected files were quite the task with nothing more than a sharp sword and a sharper wit. She normally backed up only to find a sword to her rump, to which she responded with a swipe of her sword for lack of thought as to using her strong haunches. Quick reflexes tore her out of trouble as swords were jabbed at her above her head, skimming her glowing horn, and having to hop out of the way to avoid being sliced in half. 

Just because she had a blade didn't mean her back hooves went forgotten all the time. As she was tangling with one file she'd buck the other one overboard. Keeping her smarts about her was a primary function, forcing her eye to remain peeled for any other onslaught. Her energy and determination never died down, like that smoldering fire in her eyes, full of adventure and hostility as she swung her cutlass at all angles, without the limitations of her hoof holding it. There was no predictability as to where her blade would slice, nor where her hooves would strike, nor when she was giving out. She managed to subdue the crowd for now, but Avast had yet to defeat the captain, the root of the problem. The unicorn wasted not a second as she scribbled a letter to Anonymous, reporting that she was scanning his files for viruses. She set sail at once, keeping her telescope close and her blade closer, set down at her hooves between herself and the wheel as she yelled out commands for the one-pony crew she was. 

"Full speed ahead!" she barked, performing the steps she knew all too well to achieve this feat on windless waters. Sharp turns ensued, with close calls impending upon her as she rushed over every byte of data. Pornography, pornography, a reactions folder, more pornography... Her orange eyes sparked with interest as she came across her prize. She shut her sails and halted near the enemy boat, finally figuring out the source of the problem, the file that started this.