Avariel Falcon looked up as the door to her office burst open and three men stomped in.
The unicorn addressed the leader of the group, a black bearded dwarf dressed in leather work clothes and covered in a multitude of aetheric devices.
"Mr Tamarisk! Should you not be out hunting rogue portals?".
The dwarf grumbled "Aye! That I would if it were not for this!".
The twisted remains of the box lay at the center of a large crater, the impact so extream that bits of the box were hurled hundreds of feet away!
Avariel Falcon, the Dark Unicorn of New Babbage, surveyed the scene as she swam to the beach.
"Good thing the door fell open before that box hit the ground" the unicorn nodded.
"Now... Where am I?".
The continuous frantic pace of travel through the sea suddenly came to an end with a strange gurgling sound followed by a mighty BWOOOOOSH!
The box lurched into the air where it sailed in a parabolic arc as the sea water drained from it, the frantic aerial journey coming to a noisy end as the box piled into a sandy beach and shattered!
The box moved!
At first only a few small lurches...
Then suddenly the box tore itself from the sea bed and flew through the water at great speed!
As the box rumbled faster and faster through the sea there were occasional strange sounds, like a giant steam boiler letting off steam!
The unicorn looked at the sheep...
The sheep looked at the unicorn...
The image blurs and the scean of a waterside tavern comes into view... a shadowy figure sits at a grimy corner table, negotiating in hushed tones with the crew of a whaling ship...