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January 3rd, 1135

If you're reading this and your name's not Rainbow Dash, make sure this gets to her. If you don't know who Rainbow Dash is, fuck off.

Dash,

I don't know how I'm gonna get this to you, but I'm okay for now. The boat back to Griffonstone sank in a storm (fucking dumbass Earth ponies can't navigate for shit). The lifeboat got washed overboard with me in it, and I think I'm the only one alive.

Probably should start from the beginning. It was late at night, and we ran right into this big winter storm. The ship was being tossed back and forth, and the dweebs below deck with me were freaking out. Then the lights went out and all Tartarus broke loose.

I only had time to throw on a winter coat before the power went out. Then I got thrown against one wall after another as ponies and griffons were shoving past me in the dark while I tried to find my way up on deck. The ship had started to tilt to one side too, which probably wasn't good.

A few solid right hooks got me through the crowds. A crew pony shouted to us that we needed to come up on deck, as we were abandoning ship. I was one of the first ones on deck. Someone handed me a life jacket, but it was too dark for me to see much. The ocean spray and freezing rain didn't help, either.

I got recruited by a deckhand to help load one of the lifeboats in as orderly a fashion as possible. That wasn't going to happen with the ship sinking so quickly while we're getting tossed around by the waves.

Still, I did my best. I found it worked best if I just stood in the boat itself and snarled at any of the dipshits that tried to get in before the boat was ready. Things were going well until the main mast fell over.

The rigging came down hard on the deck, and I'm pretty sure a few ponies got squashed. I don't know what else happened, since the ship rolled onto its side after that. I got knocked off my feet and hit my head on one of the bench seats. Things are hazy after that, but I remember a lot of rocking and rolling. I think the waves scooped the boat up and carried me off.

It was morning when I finally woke up. The storm let up, but there's still a lot of cloud cover and it's cold as Nightmare Moon's left tit. I've got frost all over my feathers and my jacket, and a gash on my forehead.

At the very least I was able to grab some stuff from the wreckage floating around that might be useful, but I'm gonna be screwed if I'm stuck out here in this boat. There's food and water on board, but I don't know how long that's gonna last me. That's also where I found a pen and this blank journal. I used some of the gauze from the first aid kit to patch myself up.

Anyways, I was able to get a plastic tarp from the water, as well as some scrap wood. It'll keep the sleet off if more storms come. For now I'm just gonna hunker down and hope that this letter reaches you before I freeze or starve or something.

In the meantime, I'll try to write down as much as I can in the journal. A little black box for this fucking disaster if nothing else. If I don't make it back home, at least whoever finds my body will have an idea of how it all went down.

Anyways, I hope to see you soon Dash. If I get a better idea of where I am, I'll rip out another page and use another one of these bottles.

-Gilda