Somewhere over the waters of the Celestial Sea, a lone airshift slowly drifted along, blown about by the wind. On board the deck of the ship were an assortment of sick and half-dead ponies. While some of them were seriously ill, and looked on the verge of death, everyone looked dirty, tired, dehydrated, and emaciated. Among the few that could still move, one of them, a gold earth pony mare, vainly went about caring for those who were especially sick.

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