The moment Applejack hit the beach she wasn't sure where to start first. But she knew people needed help. And she'd never been one to balk at helping anyone, not ever and she wasn't about to start now. It wasn't any sort of thing she'd ever seen before. Debris scattered around everywhere.
The shout of a name caught her attention. Well, the man that did it looked alright, except he was missing his shoes. And he was dripping wet. Moving forward she grabbed a loan clean, if not a little sandy, looking blanket from the ground and walked toward him.
"Were you on this here contraption?" Applejack asked as she carefully draped the blanket around his shoulders. Her southern country twang clear as a bell. She didn't know much about medicine, but she knew what it was like for a pony to go into shock after injury.