You were sailing on a small raft, or rather a surviving piece of wood from your ship in the center of the sea. It is unknown how much longer was left to the nearest land, and the sun was already burning the skin like hell. Due to the lack of wind, the semblance of a raft refused to float anywhere without outside help, and it would be impossible to row with your own hands. Hunger and fatigue took their toll, creating impossible conditions for sailing. Despair has reached its peak

Suddenly the water began to boil and foam, and a rather beautiful horse appeared from there. The horse walked around the raft, meticulously looking you up and down

I can't tell if luck loves you or laughs at you. I think you won’t be able to sail to the nearest land without help.