You suggested you and her should start swimming. Or rather, she should start swimming while towing you for the ride.
“Right then,” Pinkie said, “Time to put these woolly hooves to good use!”
Before Pinkie could even start, the weather had gotten darker. Out of nowhere came a hurricane to whisk you and her away into parts unknown.
“Weeeee!” she screamed as she spun around in the hurricane.
A big rock flies into your face, knocking you out instantly.
“It’s okay,” Pinkie said, “I got you.”
As your vision cleared up, you noticed you and Pinkie were no longer at sea nor were made of wool. She was carrying you on her back as she traversed somewhere sandy. Your head was killing you. Before you could even comprehend what the Tartarus was going on, she dropped you onto the ground as she gasped for breath.
“Hey, do you think we should make an SOS sign in the sand?” Pinkie asked, “Or should we keep moving forward?”