Resume: Twilight, Naked Pinkie, and Rarity prepare to go sailing at the beach, with Twilight having memorized a nautical dictionary just for the occasion.

A sailboat moored at the end of the beach’s pier during the day. A flight of steps leads down from the elevated structure to a small dock platform where the boat rests. Twilight is astern at the wheel, Pinkie stands at the bow completely barefooted and naked after losing her pink and white one-piece swimsuit with a yellow ribbon design with a heart, her frilly design, and her yellow and magenta sandals, and a sun-hatted Rarity is pushing a large trunk alongside, stuffed so full that the lid will not close. A slow zoom in picks out the life jacket that Twilight has donned over her swimsuit, and a close-up on the start of the next line shows that Rarity is wearing one as well.

“Life vests, on.” Twilight said as she pulling out a map. “Nautical dictionary, memorized.” Her perspective of it, tracing a route that weaves through assorted hazards to stop on one of several islands. “And course, set.” Head-on view of all three; Naked Pinkie wears a life jacket that covers her breasts and is checking a mooring rope. ”Smooth sailing ahead. Ready about!”

Pinkie lifts a basket of pastries, holding one out. “I’m about ready for a snack. Care to try a caramel cream puff?”

“Mmm-mmm.” Twilight shakes head, waving her off.

Stepping aboard, Rarity creates a flat gem platform beneath her trunk, floats it onto the deck, and sits on it as she speaks.

“Oh, it is serendipitous that we’re setting sail—” Rarity said as she removes her hat, fanning herself with it. “—because I am winded.” Pinkie crosses to her.

“What’s in the trunk, Rarity?” Pinkie said curiosily.

Rarity puts her hat back on. “Hm? Oh, just a change of clothes and a coat in case it gets chilly.” Pinkie eases away, whistling idly. “Also a small folding table, various tools, a fashion reference library, and a bag of gems.” Hops off trunk. “You know, the essentials.”

Only now does she realize that she has lost her audience.

“The essentials, right. My calculations accounted for the weight of the boat, but I forgot to account for Rarity.” Twilight puts the map away, rolls her eyes.

A telekinetic twinkle shifts the full-past-bursting luggage back onto the dock, much to the pale girl’s surprise.

“Hmph!” Rarity said.

Pinkie is at the bow again, one foot propped on the railing and without her load of goodies.

“At sea, nothing’s accounted for. Its tides are fierce, but sublime—as beautiful as they are chaotic.” Pinkie speaks dramatically.

The somber mood evaporates in a blink as she climbs down, unties the mooring rope, and tosses it aside.

“Cast away!” Pinkie said, and the boat drifts slowly forward.

Twilight to Rarity. “Don’t worry. I checked the weather.” Twilight counts down on her fingers. “We should expect a strong westward gale in three…two…one…”

It comes right on cue, sending the craft surging backwards and prompting her to yell in fear. A glance beyond the stern informs her that they are within seconds of running aground.

“We’re going the wrong way! Ready about!” Twilight said. Cut to the others, flailing/grabbing each other to stay upright; she continues o.s. “Tack! Jibe!” Back to her. “Am I the only one who memorized the nautical dictionary?” Adjusting wheel. “TURN!”

The two passengers pull apart as comprehension hits.

“Ohhh!” Pinkie and Rarity got scary.

With a weak laugh, they hurry to the stern and seize hold of a cable that runs from the sail’s boom to a pulley mounted on the rail.

“We’re way off course!” Twilight points to one side. “Tack north!”

They haul the cable as indicated, slowly pivoting the boom and causing the vessel to shift its heading; close-up of one lower corner of the sail near the bow.

Twilight from o.s. “Almost back on track.” Back to her. “If only we could get a little more power…”

A gust yanks Rarity’s hat clean off her head; she gasps and rushes after it, making the catch just short of going over the bow. The wind inflates it to ridiculous proportions in her hands, with the effect of greatly smoothing out the boat’s course—at least until a wave begins to grow directly in their path. The screen tiles itself with three panels, each of which gives a close-up of one girl yelling in fright, then cut to Pinkie in the lurching stern, accompanied by another round of shouts. The map is torn from Twilight’s hands and swept away in the high winds.

“My meticulously plotted chaaaaart!” Twilight gasps, reaching futilely after it.

“Surrender to the sea!” Pinkie says dramatically.

Cut briefly to the bow on the end of this—bearing down on the horse-head rock formation—then back to the hapless mariners, now all tumbled to the stern. Rarity has recovered her hat and plunked it back over the violet curls.

“A rock!” Pinkie gasps, points and stands up. “I mean, rock ho!”

The bow again on the end of this, followed by the girls’ terror-stricken screams and a cut back to Twilight and Rarity hugging each other. Pan from them to Pinkie, who gets a sudden burst of inspiration and acts on it by hoisting her basket of treats. She snatches one, charges a bit of magic into it, and lets fly, it splashes down just ahead of the boat and explodes underwater, creating a wave that pushes them back hard just before they can smash on the rocks with results the lost of the girl's swimsuits, the wave takes Pinkie's life jacket along with Twilight's one-piece swimsuit with a magenta star, with the top being sky blue striped like her shirt, the bottom being indigo with six magenta dots, life jacket, dark purple star hair scrunchie, thick black glasses and magenta sandals off of her body, off of her hair, off of her eyes and off of her feet, leaving Twilight Sparkle completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and wetted, takes Rarity's black hat with a blue ribbon, purple bikini with black trim and a blue diamond at the center, sky-blue sarong, life jacket and pale yellow and sky-blue sandals off of her body, off of her hair and off of her feet, leaving Rarity completely barefooted and naked with her hair wetted as well, the wave pushes Twilight and Rarity's swimsuits so hard that them lost sight of their swimsuits in the underwater forever. Dissolve to the dock, where the wave peters out and deposits the boat and its waterlogged naked crew. Wooziness gives way to a round of good-natured laughter at the absurdity of the day’s travels. Rarity’s trunk is right where Twilight dumped it.

“Whichever way the wind blows, I guess it’s not off course—” Naked Twilight dry her wetted navy blue-colored long hair. “—as long as you’re with your friends.”

“Especially if your friends have towels and a new swimsuits.” Naked Rarity blushes in embarrasing at little and reaches into trunk on dock, fishing out towels.

Cut to the bow. Naked Pinkie has tied one around her neck for a cape, and she lets it stream behind her with a foot propped on the railing and her basket in one hand.

“The ocean—vast, mysterious, wide. We may never fully understand her, but nonetheless she commands respect.” Pinkie says dramatically and bits a snack, she gives up the old-salt shtick in record time. “Ooooh! Salted caramel!”

The rest of it goes down the hatch, and she licks her chops as the view “irises out” to black, centered on her face.