If not for the rope, she’d have been sucked into the undertow that pulled at her hair and clothes. The ship splintered, falling apart like a child’s puzzle. Foaming white water surrounded them. Already breathless from fear and anticipation, Romy's lungs burned as she clung to Abel.He kept one arm around her as he tugged at the end of the rope, loosening the knot. Her hands felt frozen and stiff as she fought to maintain her hold on his arm. They swirled away from the pole, caught in the dizzying madness of the current. He kicked, looking at her to follow along. Around them, the world was white, filled with bubbles and flashes of brown and green. Debris swirled around them like odd fish. Her sense of direction was disabled. Were they making progress or fighting the inevitable? Her boots threatened to drag her down. The weight of the pack pulled against her shoulders, but she didn't dare abandon it.The hand around her wrist slipped away. Abel's eyes rounded as the distance widened between them.
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