The bow thruster room was a collection of broken parts, sparks, and small fires. Nelson climbed onto a walkway to a small door. Pamela knew what he was about to do. "Nelson don't!" She warned. Too late, the door opened and came right back to hit him in the face. Bloodied he fell back. The rapidly spinning thrusters drew up things up into it and spat them back out. Ramsey set her down against the wall and grabbed an information plaque. "Chris! Chris!" He called, climbing down. "The controls for these engines are down this latter through about 150 feet of water. If we can get to them, we can shut them off." He said. "No, no, we can throw something up into them. Maybe that'll..." Chris began. "The propellers are turning the wrong way, they'll just spit everything back. Chris we need to shut them off!" Ramsey said. "He's right." Pamela put in. "But it's too far. There's no way you'll make it." Chris said. "Ramsey, you don't need to do this. I'll go. I can hold my breath a lot longer than you can. Besides, as soon as this ship sinks I'm done for anyways." Pamela said, crawling over to the railing to haul herself to her feet. "You can't even walk. You'd never make it." Ramsey retorted. He looked at Jennifer. "Promise me you'll look after her. You'll love her from now to the end of time. Promise me." He begged. "I will sir." Chris replied and Ramsey dove into the water. "No, daddy!" Jennifer cried. Pamela cursed, keeping track of him as he dove. She knew the off switch was cut out and hoped he'd still have enough sense left when he reached it to reverse the engines instead. He'd reached the controls, after a brief amount of struggling, got the reverse switch. A second later, she felt the prick in her heart that told her he was gone. She winced and when Jennifer looked up at her, she shook her head. She wailed and clung to Chris. Beside her, Nelson sighed sadly. "Hell of a man." He said and she nodded. Behind her the propellers started to reverse.

Dylan returned then carrying Conner. Maggie beside him. Chris explained the situation. "I need something to throw up in there." Dylan said. "How bout this?" Maggie asked, holding up a nitrogen tank. She handed it up to him. "Get back! Get back!" Dylan ordered. Pamela clung to the rungs of a latter. Dylan threw the tank up into it but it stuck in the doorway. He tried to get it free but the suction pressed him up against the wall as well. Struggling, he reached back to push it back. Giving it a good kick, the tank flew back into the propeller and it exploded, flames shooting out both sides of the ship. Pamela sighed. She got two burnt fingers out of the deal but that was nothing. Dylan propped her against the wall. "Rescue ships should be nearing us now but they're not gonna see us with me flipped over like this. Once you're in a raft send up a flare. I'll give off a signal of my own to bring them in but the rest is up to you." She said. "What's the signal?" He asked. "You won't miss it." She replied. "Now go. GO!" He nodded, planting a kiss atop her forehead before climbing into the propeller tube.

He and the rest of the group jumped into the sea, swimming to a raft. Behind them the ship groaned and began to roll. "Guys, move!" Jennifer screamed. The ship continued to roll, two of its three bow thrusters still turning. The wave pushed them clear of the wreck so they wouldn't have to worry about suction and now upright, began to slip beneath the waves. Lights flickered throughout and on the bridge, Dylan thought he saw a pattern to it. One that, in Morse, spelled out "THANK YOU." It was impossible to stand up in the raft but Dylan got to his knees, saluting the ship and the girl that had bravely held on long enough to get them out alive. Just as the sea closed over the bow, the lights of a rescue chopper shone down on them. Two more followed and in the distance, a group of rescue ships drawn to the scene by motion of Poseidon's sinking. "Thank you, Pamela." Dylan whispered.