Shermane woke to find himself in strange predicament: It appears that his wondrous cruise on the ESS Seabiscuit was trashed during the middle of the night by tsunami. It appears all that's left is a decent sized platform (about a as long as a bus and wide enough for two) with various objects like strewn across and random pony covered in boxes. God knows where this platform is heading, cause he sure doesn't.
Narrowleaf yawned and awoke. "The 'ell are we..?" He mumbled, groggily. He rose from the ground and stretched. "...Oh. Hi there. Any idea where we are? And... What's with all these boxes?" He asked, noticing the other pony.
"I don't know." Shermane said, pulling a box towards himself. "I think the ship got wrecked or something." He looked in the and to notice it was full of wood. "I think we got thrown in the cargo hold or... something?"
"Huh. The hell are we gonna do? Doesn't look like we have any food or fresh water..." Narrowleaf responded.
