Permafrost looked at Tune Twist and nodded. "Aye, captain."
The blue stallion trotted over to the lifeboats, which were cracked and scarred with endless hours of use. The oak was visibly falling apart in some places, and the sickly green colors which could only be moss and mold were slowly beginning to creep up the sides of the raft. Permafrost felt a few beads of sweat creep into his forehead, but he frowned and froze them dismissively.
Fear is a manifest of emotion, he thought as he looked out upon the sea, which was bright and shining with the light of the searing sun. The surface of the water was very much like a mirror, and he nodded as he began to unravel the taught ropes with a strong hoof. The cords were soaked with seawater and smelled like fish, but the lapping of the furious waves against the sandy beach drowned out any other thoughts he had as he did his task. A few moments later, both lifeboats were undone and they crashed into the water, tethered to the ship by only a rope. Permafrost grabbed the rope ladders and threw them down, then turned back to Tune Twist.
"They're done, captain!" he shouted across the wet, wooden deck.