Because I thought there should be a story about the Maloney's.

It's a pretty predictable 'happily ever after' but hey.

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"Little girl. Hello! LITTLE GIRL" Peter is beginning to wonder if its worth it, he spent so long helping the Italians the farther has already found her, but with his new found sense of heroism he continues.

"Hey, Da, what's that?"

"What's what?" her farther whispers into her hair.

"I think I can hear someone"

Jim thinks hard about his next answer, trying not to let his daughter be too disheartened by the idea of the other dammed souls crying out for help. "S'just the water playing tricks on you mi darlin', it sounds like voices when it flows"

"LITTLE GIRL, MR MALONEY!" Jim now realises as the voice gets closer. He recognises that voice and even considers keeping quiet, but as he pulls back to look at the face of his eldest child, that beautiful scared face that he remembers looking so intently upon when it first came into the world. He decides that swallowing his pride is better than her swallowing icy water. "Hello!" he replies.

"MR MALONEY! MR MALONEY!"

"YES."

"KEEP TALKING MR MALONEY, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"BY THE GRATE, WE CARNT UNLOCK IT!" By now the he is stood up and notices that the water has risen to Theresa's hips, she stands there, ever quiet, shaking a little. He bends to pick her up and swings her to his hip to keep her out of the water for as long as possible. She is heavy in his arms, long gone are the days when he used to carry her, aided by the wetness of her cloths and his exhaustion. He stands firm, the strength coming from he knows not where. When he turns around Peter is stood franticly trying to unlock the great with what appears to be a sort of wire. It is soon wrenched open and all three are running for the deck, Jim not entirely knowing where he is going but trusting his feet to take him to where he needs to be, on the boat on which he knows every nook and cranny.

The rest is a blur. The next thing he remembers he is floating in freezing waters without a buoyancy aid. Theresa is still clinging to him, her lifebelt the only thing keeping them afloat, and he can see the lights on the ship as it goes down at least my workmanship is not at fault he thinks coolly. His attention is then seized by the sobbing on his shoulder and he looks around for somewhere to go. There is a small light bobbing in the distance. Before he realises he is swimming towards it and says a silent, thankful, prayer for the man that insisted all his dock working employees where taught how to swim all those years ago in Dublin. He now sees that the light is attached to a boat and he continues more franticly still holding Theresa who is still got her arms wrapped so tightly around him. He feels himself drift from his body only to return again to a pain in every part of him over and over again. He hears himself cry out for help, for someone to save his child, but he does not remember trying to speak, like his body has been taken over. The boat is close now and they call out to him.

Everything drifts once more, into darkness.