The waves crashed heavily on them for hours on end. The ship was tossed among the waves like a child's toy. Sometimes the force of the water swept them over the side but they clung to their ropes and clamored aboard again each time. Several times Arya had to help Jaime make the climb by pulling him up after her. It was nearly impossible for him to make with one hand.
The power of the water wept them over each time with a strength unrivaled by anything they had ever tried to fight. Debris from the ship were carried through the water like weapons. Mostly they were avoided until a broken beam struck Arya in the head, knocking her unconscious. Her arm limp, the rope began to unravel. Somehow, only the gods knew how, Jaime managed to grab her listless body and wrap his free arm tightly around her waist. The next wave took them both over the side, the force of it slamming them into the ship. More waves descended on them and the heaving ship plunged them below the water level several times. Still he clung to her for what seemed like an eternity. Arya woke with a gasp several minutes later and realising the situation, quickly adjusted her rope to make the climb to get them both back on board.
The darkness began to lift as the sun came up and the time between the seas crashing on to the deck began to decrease. The sun grew higher in the sky and it became apparent that the storm was abating, the ship was not going to sink after all. Both were too exhausted to really celebrate. Instead they fell asleep on deck where they lay.
"Wake up you lazy useless land fleas!" The captain was shaking them awake. "Storm's over. We lost some sailors and the cabins are water logged. It will slow us down and you two will have to stay up here. Don't get in the way or I won't hesitate to throw you overboard. Understood?"
They both nodded their understanding and the Bravosi Captain walked away. Arya sat up and unwrapped the rope from her arm. "I feel like my arm has been wrenched off."
"Mine too." Jaime said, removing his own rope. "I told you we weren't going to die."
"Yes, you did." Arya said. "And I would have if you hadn't held on to me."
Jaime half smiled, he always enjoyed being a hero.
"Hey don't do that!" Arya scolded. "Just because you saved me doesn't make you some white knight! I helped you too. The way I see it, we're even."
"I don't think so. I didn't need you to pull me on board. If you hadn't, I'd probably still be hanging over the side but I'd be alive. However without me to catch you, you'd be dead my lady."
Arya glared at him. "Shut up." was all she could say and Jaime knew that at least for this round, he had won.