*Chapter 26*

In the meantime, several people clung to collapsible B, overturned, and as more people tried to come onto the boat, a man told them all that if any more people climbed on board, then it would sink.

That was true. 28 people took refuge on that boat, and it was steady, on the calm ocean.

Clara leaned on Lightoller, who had his arms around her, protectively, and Claire looked around at all the occupants of the boat, who were lying there, all still, and quiet, although the people in the sea were still shouting and screaming.

Claire had no protective arms to go around her. She looked longingly at Clara and Lightoller.

"Hey, Mr Lightoller, um, which officers survived?" Claire whispered.

Lightoller took a deep breath, and told Claire from his own accounts.

"Well, Claire, from my knowledge, myself, Mr Pitman, and Mr Lowe. But I'm only assuming."

"Oh." Claire had completely forgotten about Murdochs suicide. "Right."

She leaned back, and fell onto Henry Jennis, a 17-year-old first class boy.

Claire and Clara were the only females on board the overturned collapsible, and were very lucky to be alive.

After about 15 minutes of reshuffling themselves on the upturned hull, the occupants found their final positions at last, and some attempted to sleep.

It was absolutely freezing cold. Someone was sitting on Bride's feet, crushing them, but he was too weak to move, or ask the man to move. It was 2:45am

At 3am, the screams died down, probably because people had frozen to death.

Clara was the only one on collapsible B that was still awake. She found it impossible to sleep in such horrendous conditions. She heard a lifeboat come about, and it was rescuing people in the water who were still alive.

Clara heard splashing behind her. Cautiously, she turned her head, and found herself staring into the glazed over eyes of James Moody. She jolted. She wasn't sure whether he was alive or dead, so she poked him in the nose, and he blinked, slowly, and managed to whisper to Clara.

"Miss Sherbrooke. Goodnight."

Clara looked horrified, as though it were a dead person talking to her.

Then, Moody smiled. That same, meaningful smile he had done earlier on Sunday.

Clara gasped and had a flashback to when he had smiled at her. She shook Lightoller to show him Moody, but when she looked back behind her, Moody was just a corpse, floating like a cork in the water, now. He had a dreamy look on his face, which scared Clara a little.

She then fell asleep, deciding that 24 hours of no sleep would do her no good in the morning.