Inside the limber hole, both of them were breathing heavily, and the heady taste of saltwater drifted into their lungs; both of them were silent. The high adrenaline didn't allow Selwynn to think about anything
He used a hand to wipe away his sea-soaked hair and looked out, the waves overturned the speeding boat, and now it was only the two.
The design of the limber hole made it so that water was constantly coming through, and Anson had to hold tight to the edges to prevent the rushing waters from sweeping them both out.
Selwynn tried to stand up and got himself into a crouching position. He regretted for a moment taking his gloves but quickly dismissed that regret; he preferred the feeling of his skin against the gun as he pulled the trigger.
Anson also got up into a crouch and looked outside at the sea that was only beginning to get worse and worse. He clicked his tongue faintly and said concisely, "Hold me."
