I woke up again; I couldn't see the ship, probably because I could hardly tell which way was up between the waves and the salt in my eyes.

       But I could feel an arm around my waist. Someone was helping me! I thrashed harder, trying to get some air. My lungs were hurting, but I made myself keep my mouth shut somehow. Not waiting to decide which way was up and therefore which way to swim, I trusted my instincts and just swim in some direction.

       Finally my head broke the surface. I belched all the water out and took a huge gasp of air before I was : submerged underwater. Were the waves always this violent?

My head broke surface again. I finally saw who was holding me. It was Chuck.

       I saw something in front of me. It was some type of surface. It was a door. I scrambled for it and finally got in top of it. It held me up. I soaked in the air and laid there. I finally realized someone was next to me. It was Chuck again.

The ship. I saw a huge fire on what looked like the hull. It seemed miles away. A sense of grief flooded my chest, but I couldn't take it everywhere else in my body; I had no energy left.

And with that my conscious slowly crept away from me.

She's unconscious, but with Chuck!

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