The events that came after the ship split occurred in what felt like flashes.
Like her life was the living embodiment of a slideshow.
First, there was the falling. It was endless and felt as if it would go on forever.
Then it didn't matter because she was letting go, her awareness of her terrible surroundings gone blissfully dark.
The last thought she had was that, incredibly, she could still feel Selene's fingers laced through her own.
It was a good thought on which to go dark.
The next flash of consciousness found Juri and Selene clutching onto large pieces of debris, their lives very much dependent on keeping their grip tight.
"I'm so tired," Selene moaned.
As they watched the last bit of their ship fall below the surface of the ocean. It felt like they had been floating for hours, and days, but Juri knew that couldn't be so. Ships wouldn't take days to sink, and the rain was still falling on them in merciless sheets.
