And that's when it hit. Icily spiked liquid flooding upwards, rising within his nasal passages, pooling into his ears. Above him as he sank, he could hear life evade him, a flurry for survival against the odds. Yet he couldn't manage to push himself to grasp for the surface, so he let the surroundings intoxicate him.

Was this it? Is this what it felt like to die at your own hands? To feel every inch and contour of your body being consumed by a fate you cannot control?
He couldn't allow this any longer. As much as he longed for the Atlantic to dispose of his misery, he couldn't he couldn't bring himself to open his lungs and allow the water to invade, attack and subside. He had to fight against it. It took everything. Every nerve ending prickled into motion as his brain started to acknowledge the world around him, as though it was operating for the first time. A ringing sounded in his ice fragmented ears and he reached outwards, straining towards the life that treaded beyond him, fighting for life also.

The boat had seen her. Despite her surroundings, a sudden warm calm rushed through her. They were getting close and the feeling changed. A deep cold ran through her as something grabbed her from the deathly depths of whatever was below. It pulled her under. She fought against her captivator, struggling against the wraths. She finally reached the surface and up with her she pulled another body. Clinging to her and not being able to make sense of the world his voice crackled to life, accompanied by an eerie formation of frozen breath.

"R, Rose.."

Her eyes blinded from the sudden exposure to icy salt water and the shock from what was happening, she grabbed against the life boat that had now reached her position and as the officer pulled her from her temporary fate she slid into what was either the final fight for life or unfulfilling sleep.