The child held tight to a round table attached to the deck. If I let go I will hit a steamer, but if I swing I might be able to miss. She thought, planning her escape. She pushed her legs in and began to swing but a woman fell, crushing her fingers on the wood, making her cringe and let her grip fall.
The moon was the only thing that illuminated her fall, and the steamer below her. She landed stomach first with the sound of multiple cracks. She managed to roll on her back within seconds and rip open the coat. Black and blue up and down, and flatness where her last two ribs on each side should be.
More snapping sounds, but this time it wasn't from her own body; the last steamer which had yet to fall. She rolled back to her stomach in excruciating pain and pushed against her weight with her hands. She was almost fully slid off the sphere when her coat was caught in a niche and restricted her from freedom.
A moaning sound now increased and the screams had too; the boat was being pulled completely under. It wasn't but a few second till she was forced under water, struggling to get out of the coat. Once she slipped out she tried to swim against the current towards air. The suction was greater than her and forced her to stay under.
People were pushing and splashing different things everywhere. Helen ignored the life jacket factor and was now swimming on her own. Others were toppling about each other trying to stay afloat; most of which had life vests. They were crying and screaming.
After only few minutes things got very quiet. Helens body was numbing slowly but surely. She was fighting to keep her eyes open, she found a floating seat to hang on. She knew she should continue to swim to keep blood flow but was too tired.
There was a distant scream, too far away to make out. Perhaps just another dying. Next camea small splashing sound and bodies being pushed in different direction. "Damn it, where are you!" the voice screamed. It was familiar, the child; the young girl. How does she sound so well? Helen asked herself.
"Helen!" she began to mumble, "Selfish bitch. I tried to help but she runs away. Ignorant lit-" she was cut off; pushed under water and pulled back up by her hair.
"How do you know who I am?" Helen shouted. She took grip of the child's throat.
The girl returned the rage by gripping Helens wrists. The woman studied the child for a good second time; accounting the differences. Her hair is longer, it seemed almost purple, and she doesn't need her hands to stay above water. She has an intense, familiar gaze and has almost no fear. This child is not normal.
Helens gaze grew thin and her grip loosened. "Helen? Helen, c'mon stay with me." She felt the child's small arm support her back; holding her above water, not needing anything but her waist and below to keep her afloat. No one's legs are strong enough to support a child's body above water accompanied by a grown woman's. What's below your waist young one? She thought, before once again blacking out.