Celestia hopped out of one of the lifeboats that had carried multiple passengers. Holding only a single bag, she walked on the wet sand. It crunched under her feet. Quickly getting onto the dry sand, she sat down and went through her few belongings, trying to dry some out. She could hear water, and saw a few people going towards the sound. She would follow later, but she needed to dry her things. Most of it was just mementos. Stuff from home.

When she saw it was all okay, she looked up at the struggling human-thing. Whatever that was. He seemed to be struggling. Still, she didn't go help him. He seemed odd. Maybe cursed. Didn't want that rubbing off on her. And he seemed stubborn too.