He woke up to a fuzzy black ceiling and dark surroundings, his door being knocked on violently. So he decided to emerge from his bed and see who was at the door, but strangely enough, he couldn't make out where he was, and his memory was foggy.

When his feet touched the ground they were coldly greeted by an inch of water, on the carpet where his slippers should have laid was a still layer of icy seawater.

He opened the door to find a somewhat short brown pony, with a curled mustache and sporting a red suit and cap. He now remembered where he was; he was on a ship, on a voyage home from a failed business trip, he wondered why he was so rudely awakened at such an hour in the night by this attendant, but he didn't wonder for long, for when he greeted the man, he said:

"Hello sir, good evening. I am regretful to inform you that our great ship is sinking."

"What?" He replied, taken slightly aback by this proclamation, "Why is the ship sinking? and am I going to die to the hands of an angry sea?"

"Sir we are very close to a nearby harbor, but we will not be able to make it before the ship sinks completely," The attendant answered "We advise that you gather your luggage and such, before coming to the top deck and jumping off. Perhaps you can swim the rest of the way there. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Oh no problem at all," He replied, "But what if some people cannot swim?"

"Them they will most likely drown"

"Can you swim?"

"I cannot."

"Alright thank you."

"Have a good day sir."

He was now in his room all alone, with the one inch of seawater rising to two, and he stood in silence while pondering what his life had become. He was going to jump off into the frigid ocean, in the middle of the night, carrying his luggage, half a mile to an unknown harbor.

Living wasn't that great to him though, as he had just wrecked his career the day before on the failed trip. Pus he had practically no one back at home to care for him. He silently hoped that he would possibly drown, the thought crossed his mind only for a split second before his common sense told him that his body would naturally react to try and save itself.

So he grabbed his two suitcases and exited his room to the top deck of the vessel. And standing there was around 100 ponies, all nervously fidgeting or swaying or looking in complete shock.

He asked a nearby assistant why everyone was standing around, she replied: "Because nobody wants to die."

Fair enough, He thought to himself. So he approached the edge of the cruise ship and didn't even bother to look back before he walked into the sea.

All he could hear was waves, waves crashing upon more waves. Every once and a while he would become completely submerged and then hear for a millisecond the distant underwater noises of creaking and moaning as if some far off whale was crying in despair, but then his head would surface again and he would be thrust into the frozen air again.

His body stopped reacting so violently to the cold once it was numb completely. And he couldn't tell if his head was attached to his shoulders anymore, but he felt the force of his muscles as he slowly swam towards distant lanterns on a shore.

A shrill high pitched string rang out endlessly as he swam closer and closer, the thunder becoming like a chorus of horns signaling an impending demise. He didn't know what drove him to swim all night, maybe it was a spark of hope that was telling him that he still had a use, or perhaps just plain fear of death, but soon the sun was peeking over the horizon and he could see the black ocean waves turning to blue.

He soon could walk on the beach floor. He noticed that he has lost his luggage in the sea, but he had to let it go to be able to continue swimming. He emerged from the sea, greeted by barnacle-coated docks and freshly awoken seagulls.

He hit the sand as soon as his feet were out of the water and he felt an urge to lay there for a few weeks. He didn't believe he actually made it, but somehow he was lying on the shore of an unknown country, with nothing but the clothes on his back and light at the end of the tunnel.

Author's Notes:

it will all make sense in the end