Will felt the piercing cold slide through his chest and manifest itself there. All around him, he could feel the temperature dropping, could see the cold blurring his vision. His surroundings, so dazzling, brilliantly white, until the colour dulled and he was left where he had been when the cold set in, lying on the deck of ship. He closed his eyes. Somewhere above him, he heard Elizabeth speak. He could hear the shivering in her voice. 'Will?' It felt like there was ice in his veins. He found himself unable to move, and then there was something on top of him. It was heavy, but Will could not open his eyes to see what it was. It was warm. But he could still feel the cold everywhere.
He tried to open his eyes, but it felt as if they were frozen closed. He moved his right hand, curled it against something and pushed hard against the deck with it as if to steel himself. He began to shiver, and the weight on top of him seemed to grow heavier. The rush of the ocean was loud, his head being against the side of the ship he could hear the lap of the water against the hull. It was deafening, and so he raised his head. The weight moved off of him, and he was able to come to his feet. He buried his ace in his shirt, and his face immediately warmed. His eyes unfroze and he snapped them open. It was light, and cold, and all around him great walls of white were erected out of the water. He could feel his ace re-freezing.
He walked over to the table and sat down, opening his map. 'Up is down…'