Horsetail, not dog tail. Why are you here?
I am a horse though, an ex polo pony qualifies. You are a dog and I wonder how you got drawn in.

Equisetum is older than dogs, older than dinosaurs and the whole page fails if you are in it. Of course your tail is pretty hilarious. Persons dislike horsetail for its rampant spore induced land grabbing, and persons like to eat it, and horses can be poisoned if they eat enough of it. So a pretty mixed bag of emotions with the ol’ living fossil malarky.

It is possible and will be achieved with the help of the others. Where are they? digging in the scrub close to the beach, uncovering the buried, hidden beneath sand and pebbles, they are industrious, we have been collecting the materials, the others will construct, particularly the intricate details I will leave to them. I explained the only way for you is forward, you cannot turn your head or turn around completely, you cannot go back. They travel many together and long distances. When they get to land they do not stop.

You are not best prepared. Yes you have coats and shoes and you can swim, but they have waterproof coats with air pockets for warmth, their shoes not only designed for water but snow and ice, you are at a disadvantage.

If you get found out? Of course they will discover your identity, I am more concerned that the strenuous journey will defeat you, and to what end? Do you miss polo? Understandably physically demanding and subject to the will of others, I respect you for your adventurous spirit but nevertheless you must have a back up plan. Why do you not use the boat? Ah well, my scouts will fly over when they can, in fact they reported this morning that it is snowing already with strong gusts across the water surface.

Ultimate consequences may involve isolation, hypothermia. You are so immersed in the concept of destiny but I wish you well and will watch as far as I can but that territory is not for me.