"It was an honor working with..."
"Don't say that, we'll make it," Napoleon said with his usual optimism.
They stood alongside the railing as the cruise ship continued sinking, with the lifeboats gone; they readied to jump.
"On the count of three my friend?" Illya nodded.
Just as they reached two, there was a second explosion that sent them hurtling into the sea.
Solo fought against his greatest fear, that of drowning, paddling, to wreckage to cling to, spotting the blond head; he hauled his drenched partner onto the life saving raft, holding him and slapping his back to expel the ocean water he'd swallowed.