My breath escaped me when we entered the water. It was mainly because I didn't expect that to happen. Water ran down my throat, burning it, scraping against the bone. I desperately tried to gasp for air that wasn't there. My eyes frantically searched for the way out of the water. I couldn't see anything in my surroundings except for water, the dark abyss that seemed to be engulfing me and --- Jack?! Where did he go? My head turned and I tried to search as well as I could, but saw nothing.
The water was filling my lungs quickly and I started to become numb, first in my legs, then it worked up to my waist. For some strange reason I had the feeling of deja vu, like this had happened before. My eyes strained to stay open for the numb feeling was heading into my face. I thought I was about to die since I knew that Jack wouldn't save me. As little time passed, I felt myself being dragged under by the current. I was falling into death's arms...
Jack's POV
Once I -- I'm sorry. I mean, we hit the water, the current pushed us towards the cove that happened to be near. I was surprised that I hadn't been tossed and dragged around like some people would have. I suppose, I was just lucky. I swam a few yards when the soldiers from the ship started shooting bullets into the water hoping that at least one would kill/injure us. That's when I realized something vital. I had lost Stephenie somewhere in the water.
Since I had found myself some rum, I was in a pleasant and giving mood. So, I tried to focus my attitude towards Stephenie and trying to help her swim away. That plan almost worked too, until I saw that Stephenie was no where on top of the water and I realized that she had been dragged under by the current.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. I always had to be the good, honest man and save the civilians. Curse my bloody pacifist nature! I inhaled what might have been my last breath and swam underneath the water to try and find the girl that had tried to murder me.
I swam quickly, trying to dodge bullets. My eyes swiftly looked from left to right looking for any sign of life. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an arm slowly drifting downwards. My lungs ached for air, but I forced down the last oxygen I had into my heart and swam towards the arm. After a few seconds of being tackled by the current, I grabbed the arm. Not surprised, it was Stephenie.
I could tell that she wasn't breathing and so I pushed us to the surface, kicking with all my strength. The dark water stung my eyes, but I kept pushing myself to the surface.
Once we broke the surface, I thought everything was going to be fine, that is, until I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I yelled out in pain and saw that my leg was bleeding. I had been shot. Another sharp pain, I felt in my left shoulder. The Jacks were now floating in the water and smirking. "This is what you get for being a non-violent pacifist," the second Jack said.
I felt a wave wash under me and now, Stephenie and I were being drowned in the dark waters when I could have easily escaped without her.