So here's the deal people... I have a bunch of chapters already done, so I am going to be one of those people I hate and base the timeliness of them being posted on the amount of reviews I get. Cheap, I know... but hey let's see how it works! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight... duh. Also there are going to be derogatory terms used in this fic. It is simply for authenticity of the time period, and is by no means meant to offend anyone!

January 1942 (A month after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor)

BPOV

I awoke with a start and was thrown off my bunk by the tremendous convulsing of the ship and a loud explosion. Screaming and panicking voices all around me followed the explosion.

What was happening?

I pushed myself off the floor, still a bit confused from being woken so suddenly. It wasn't until the shouts from above deck made themselves clear that I realized what had happened.

"We've been hit! We've been hit! Everyone put your lifejackets on! To the deck! To the deck!" The voice got louder as it passed my doorway and then continued down the hall.

I instantly jumped to action, quickly finding my coat and shoes to throw on over my nightwear and threw my lifejacket over it. Holy shit. We had been hit, torpedoed, bombed, and our ship was sinking. I looked over and saw my best friend and fellow nurse, Angela, still sleeping soundly. How the hell had she not woken up, crazy girl.

I quickly shook her awake, told her what happened and demanded her to get dressed. I could already feel the ship pitching to one side and I knew that we had to get above deck and to the lifeboats if we had any chance of surviving this.

Angela grabbed her coat and threw on her shoes and within a second we were running to get above deck along with everyone else.

When we reached the deck the sight before me made me stop in my tracks. The ship was keening to its starboard side and giant flames were shooting up from the massive hole in it's interior. Sailors were shouting orders to everyone and trying to get the lifeboats deployed as fast as possible. There was shouting and screaming and children crying.

Angela ran right by me and over to the nearest lifeboat.

"Isabella what are you doing. Don't just stand there we need to-"

What ever she had been saying was cut short by another massive explosion. The force of the explosion threw me back a good ten feet and I only stopped when I collided with the wall of the wheelhouse. The blow left me temporarily disoriented and every sound around me became muted.

I felt the heat of the flames as they licked at my skin, just inches away from where I was currently lying. I reached a hand up to my head and pulled it away to find it covered in blood. I groaned and rolled over to look for Angela. The place where she had been standing, not ten seconds ago, was now a fiery blaze, an inferno that was eating away at the steel ship as if it were made of wood.

And Angela was gone.

"No. No. No. No. Angie!"

The flames were making their way closer to me as I backed myself up against the wheelhouse wall. I had to make a decision and quick. To my left there was a massive hole in the ship, outlined by flames. Flames, so many flames, they were everywhere, slowly making there way to me. I could feel the heat of them as if they were melting off my skin.

I had nowhere to go, I was trapped.

I backed myself into a corner, flames inclosing me from all sides. I was going to die, burn to death. At least Angela's death had been quick, instant. Mine was going to slowly eat away at me.

I looked to my right and then realized that I in fact did have a choice. If I could just pick myself up I could jump over the side of the ship.

Oh yea because that wouldn't kill you either.

Once again I had to make a choice.

Risk the fall, getting sucked under by the sinking ship, the sub zero water…or burn alive.

My body made up my mind for me when the leg to my pajama bottoms caught fire and I flung myself over the side of the ship.

It seemed as if I was falling for minutes, I could feel the fire make its way up my leg, and right as I was about to cry out I hit the water. I could have sworn that every single one of my bones broke at the impact, I might as well jumped onto concrete. The icy water engulfed my body causing me to go into a temporary shock.

What I would have given for fire at that moment.

The water numbed me instantly and I started to sink, unable to move any muscle in my body. My lungs screamed at me, demanding oxygen for them to work. And just as I thought I was done for, that I would sink to the bottom of the Pacific, I started floating towards the surface. This seemed to kick start my body into action as it tried to kick and claw my way to the surface of the icy water. I made it to the surface throwing my head back and inhaling as much oxygen as I could possibly take into my lungs.

My lungs burned at the much needed oxygen as I greedily took in breaths. After fulfilling my lungs needs my brain started to take inventory of the rest of my body. I was once again frozen, floating only because of my lifejacket. Ooo so that's what had made me float to the top.

I looked around partially blinded by the salt water in my eyes. I was right next to the ship that was still engulfed in flames and sinking rapidly by the minute. I needed to get away from it, otherwise I would be sucked under and I didn't think even my lifejacket could save me from that.

Adrenaline coursed through my body as I demanded it to move, to swim away as fast as I could manage. My muscles were seizing from the cold, protesting against every moment I demanded out of them.

I kicked and clawed at the water like a child learning how to swim as I made my way as far away from the boat as I could. I stopped when I bumped into something. It was waterlogged and heavy and unmoving…a body.

I let out a little shriek at the charred body before me. The person's face unrecognizable from the burns that covered him. I noticed that he had something, some sort of floating box thing in his hand. I reached over and literally pried it out of his cold dead fingers.

The spray painted military letters on the side informed me that it was an inflatable raft and I prayed to God that it hadn't been ruined, as it's owner had, in the explosion. I said another prayer as I pulled the activation string. There was a hissing sound as the raft slowly but surely expanded. I watched as it unfolded and floated perfectly. Willing my body to move one more time I swam over to it and tried unsuccessfully to pull myself onto it.

I was too weak. Too weak to pull myself up.

"No! No! No! Please! Come on!" I whimpered as I tried again to pull my body into the flotation device.

This couldn't be happening. I had survived the explosions, the fire, the inferno, the fall, the ice cold water, and now I was going to die of hypothermia because I was too weak, too exhausted to pull myself into the god damn raft.

I started sobbing as I clung to the side of my would-be rescue boat.

I was going to die.

I couldn't feel any of my extremities, my body already numb from the chilling water.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Angela and I were supposed to still be asleep in our beds aboard the S.S. Landon, a civilian ship that was heading from Pearl Harbor to California and then to Alaska, carrying survivors and civilians back to the main land.

We were almost there too, we had already stopped in San Francisco, and we were merely making our way up the coast to get to Alaska…how did we get hit so close to the main land?

This was all wrong. I had survived the first foreign attack on American soil since the American Revolution for Christ's sake. I was not meant to die, unknown, somewhere in the Pacific. I had survived Pearl Harbor, fought tooth and nail to save as many sailors as possible on that horrible day, and this was how I was being repaid?

Heat spread through my body as I got angry. Angry at God, angry at Angela's death and angry with the Japs for starting this in the first place.

Another wave of adrenaline rushed through my body.

I was NOT going to die here.

With some strength unknown I managed to pull myself up out of the freezing water and into the raft. I lay there panting as if I had just run miles as my body curled in on its self.

I knew that I should paddle back to the wreck and look for survivors, but pulling myself up had literally taken everything out of me. My body was convulsing and I felt any strength I had left leave my body as I let the darkness overtake me.