16. Rescue

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"You're sure of what you heard?" Captain Chandler looked at her as she stood on the bridge.

"Yes, sir. I'm positive. Will Mason confirms it as well." She glanced at the young man standing beside her.

"Mason?" Chandler stared at the man.

"I'm sure, sir." Mason said, stuttering a bit. Even though it was probably the end of the world they knew, it was still terrifying to stand in front of your commanding officer.

"Let us set course to the location then." Chandler nodded.

All she remembered was the yelling, the chaos on the streets. Cars driving like crazy. People were panicking. But she knew they had to get to the Marina. They had to get on a boat. But as she had been rushing through the clusters of people on their way, trying to avoid contact with people as best as she could. She had lost her. She wasn't holding her hand anymore. Turning around she had been looking for her, but she couldn't find her.

She was gone.

Hoping she would go to the Marina as it was the plan, she had gotten there herself and was rushing by the boats.

50ft, too big.

35ft, maybe.

Then she saw the small sailboat, with a light blue hull. Catalina 275 Sport sailboat. She had sailed one just like it once. She could handle it by herself if she had to. As the boats were mainly for renting she glanced around her to see where the renting office was.

She had waited for two days. But she wasn't coming. She had cried her heart out as she thought the last time she had seen her. The last memory she had of her. Where had she gone? Why had she let go of her hand? She felt the guilt on her, she had been too focused to make it to the Marina that she hadn't been paying attention to her.

Glancing the scenery behind her, she could hear and sense there was chaos still on the streets. There was even fires burning in the distance. And she saw the familiar figure of the Eiffel Tower against the night sky. Turning to look the horizon in front of her.

She had to try. Try to sail across the Atlantic.

She had almost made it, but there was a storm front that had battered her boat and she was of course. Drifting. She was almost out of food and water. She had tried to find as much food and fluids as she could as she had waited for Sarah, but it was hard since there were others trying to survive.

She didn't know if it would make a difference, but she had to try. She took the boats radio and said "Mayday, mayday, mayday.."

Sighing to herself after her distress call, feeling the tears falling down on her cheeks. There was no one to hear her call. And she felt like giving up in the moment. Sarah was gone, she didn't have anyone left. Kara hadn't answered her calls. Her own mother had advised her to not go on her trip at all. Wondering if she had known about the threat all along? Or was it because she was traveling with Sarah..? Her mother had never liked Sarah or the fact that her love interests were female.

Later when she moved to sit on the deck, looking around her. Seeing only ocean.. and a ship. In the far distance she could just barely see a ship, but she wasn't able to tell if it was American or foreign.

She was studying the ship in the horizon and she saw a small boat. A boat that was heading her way. Suddenly feeling afraid.. Her pulse increasing rapidly, hearing her heart thump in her ears as she grabbed the snorkel gear from inside the galley and she jumped into the water.

She had called for help, but what if it wasn't the help she wanted? What if..? Deciding that it was best to stay low and see what the people coming her way wanted. She was hiding on the other side of the boat, trying to hold on to the boat as the waves were splashing against the hull. She was scared, feeling her hands shake as she tried to hold on. Feeling the chill of the water go over her body.

She heard them aboard the sailboat.

"Anyone here?"

"Hello?"