Clark came to with a throbbing headache. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, unable to focus them. She was pretty sure she was lying on the floor but the dampness puzzled her. Her forehead itched immensely and she tried to reach up to touch it but she quickly remembered she had been tied up. She struggled against her bindings until she felt it come loose a little.

A few more twists and jerks and she was able to pull her arms out. Her vision had begun to come back, only in patches of light. Using her arms she pushed herself into a sitting position. She raised her hand in hopes of relieving her itch but when her fingers felt a strange sensation, she pulled her hand away. Her eyes finally started to focus and when they cleared she saw dry blood and tiny shards of glass on her fingers. This new information made her wince. She looked up at the windshield and saw a crack above where she sat. Undoubtedly it must have been caused by her. The way her head felt was enough proof for her.

She looked around the control room, everything was a mess, papers, books, and various other items were thrown about the floor. She then noticed she was alone in the room. A gush of air hit her damp clothes and she turned to see a much bigger crack in the window. 'There's no way, I made that.' She thought.

She then noticed the movement of the boat but the way it rocked she could tell it was done by the waves. She looked all around her and that's when she noticed the lack of power. The screens and lights that lit the room before were off now, making the room feel dark despite the front window that stretched the whole length of a wall.

Using the wall she pulled herself up onto shaky legs. She moved to the door and pulled it open. She stepped out onto the deck and looked out at nothing but vast ocean. She began to walk the perimeter of the small deck. A sense of panic built in her gut when all she could see was the ocean.

She walked as quick as she could and moved back inside the ship before shutting the door. She scanned the room, looking for a cell phone. She then heard footsteps and a male voice coming up the stairs. She quickly moved back to her spot before laying down on top of the ropes and held her arms behind her like she was still tied up. She shut her eyes and tried to slow her breathing to appear asleep. As the footsteps approached her heart rate sped up.

"How's she doing?" She could hear Sebastian's voice.

"She's still alive. Hit the windshield headfirst. She's probably got the mother of all concussions. I hope she isn't in a coma." She could hear Henry's voice next. She heard their footsteps stop and she knew they were in the room with her.

"Well if that's the case let's just throw her into the sea. It's more humane this way if she's in a coma, she won't feel a thing. They can't convict us if they don't have a body." Sebastian suggested.

Clark felt nervous as her gut wrenched in fear. Henry had yet to object to his plan and she was terrified they would actually go threw with it.

"Dead bodies float, jack ass. All you'll do is make it easy for them to find us. There's a decorative anchor in one of the cabins. If she dies we'll tie her to it and plant her body on the ocean floor.
If she does live then I know of an island we can drop her off on and by the time she finds someone who speaks english to report us we will be long gone." Henry told him. Even without looking she could feel that creeps eyes on her.

"I can see why you'd want to keep her around, Henry. She is a pretty thing. I'm going to go check on the pump, the sooner we get this piece of shit moving the sooner I can spend my money." He stomped off loudly.

"He's gone. You don't have to pretend anymore." She heard Henry's voice. 'How did he know I was pretending' she thought. She sat up slowly, her world spun a little from the quick movement. She looked right at him.

"When did you wake up?" He asked.

"Only a little bit ago." She told him.

"How's your head?" He asked.

"It hurts." She admitted.

"I've got some acetaminophen in my bag but I shouldn't give you any until your bleeding stops." He told her. Clark didn't know what to say, she wasn't expecting him to be so polite with her. After a moments paused he continued. "I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know if I can get this boat running again but I'm not going to tell him that. That man is a loose cannon, there's no telling what he would do if he found out." "When he comes back up here lay back down how you were but this time close your eyes tighter. Your eyelashes flutter when you blink." He told her.

She felt embarrassed by her poor acting skills and hoped she wouldn't get caught this time. That's when she heard his footsteps coming from the floor below. She flopped back against the floor and positioned herself as she had been. The thumping rhythm of his footsteps grew louder as he approached. When he clambered back into the room, he brought his negative chaotic energy with him.

"We may as well get comfortable, that pump is going to take forever to get all that water out. Where can I get some food around this hunk of junk." Sebastian bitched.

"In the kitchen, you dumb fuck. You know the room with the refrigerator. We need to eat up everything in the fridge I guess, so why not." Henry's voice faded as she heard their footsteps moving down the stairs. She waited until she could no longer hear their voices before sitting back up. Her head still throbbed and she wrested her wrists on her temples. The pain she felt sent tears down either cheek. She gulped hard before using the wall to pull herself up. On shaky legs, she moved to the window. Her eyes scanned over the vast ocean that stretched out in front of her when it finally sunk in. They were stranded at sea. She could feel her panic build as she continued to stare at the salty water. It felt surreal. The shock of her situation was helping to numb some of her pain.

She swallowed hard to calm herself.
'Ok, hold on. I can probably fix it.' She told herself and instantly she felt a little calmer. Even if the thing was destroyed she could make a smaller boat out of the parts. A sense of relief washed over her as she realized she had a bargaining chip for her life. She decided that it was in her best interest to keep them in the dark about how much she could potentially help. Unless it was adventurous to her or if she was left with no other choice but to tell them. Even if she didn't consider Henry a threat to her personal safety, she knew for a fact Sebastian was.

She then heard footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly got back into her spot. Her head throbbed from all the quick movements she had been making today and she struggled to hold back the tears.

"Relax, it's just me." She heard him approach. His footsteps stopped a few inches from her head. "Here." He said.

She opened her eyes and sat up to look at him. He held out a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel and a can of cola. She reached out a took them from his hand.

"Thank you." She said.

"No problem." He told her. She leaned her back against the wall and took a bite of the sandwich. It was very simple but she was hungry enough that it tasted wonderful. As she chewed she discovered a new source of pain in her jaw.

"What's your name?" He asked. She swallowed the food her mouth and her eyes then landed on him.

"Clark." She told him. She watched him put a cigarette into his mouth and with a flick of his lighter he lit it. He inhaled the smoke and blew it out into a cloud around him.

"I'm going to give the egomaniac the biggest suite on the boat. The happier he is the easier things will be while I try and get the boat running. I'm going to stick you in the crew bunks. It's not fancy in there but it's off in a back corner and he might forget about you." Henry told her.

She took another bite of her sandwich and chewed it silently. Her eyes ran the length of the carpet and it all appeared as if it had all been underwater at one point.

"The battery bank got tossed and everything got wet. Hopefully when things dry out nothing important has been permanently damaged. So I suggest you stay hidden in those bunks for now. The pantry stayed dry but the food in the refrigerator isn't going to last long. I'll bring you food as you need it but you better just stay out of his sight." He told her.