Pamela had gotten enough of her breath back to sit up when the others surfaced. Christen and Conner were first followed by Jennifer, then Maggie and Nelson. "Where's Elana?" Nelson asked. Dylan immediately dove back into the water, coming up a minute later with an unconscious Elana in his arms. He ordered the others to move back and Pamela helped him get Elana up. He performed CPR, Pamela helping as best she could but she already knew it was too late. Cursing, she stood back and struck the wall. The steel plates buckled under her blow, leaving a nasty dent. The others looked up, startled but she was too charged with emotion to care.
As they continued on, Pamela gasped and staggered. Dylan was at her side in an instant. "Ballast tanks." She gasped. "Bow's flooding." Dylan swore. They emerged in Broadway, a long corridor stretching the length of the ship. "The bow's underwater but the more tanks that flood, the more level I get." She told Dylan. "Alright, so we wait then." He said and she nodded.
They made their way into a side room where she leaned up against a wall and closed her eyes. What she was about to do was a lot more intensive than just turning a valve and it might just kill her but her life was forfeit anyways. As the ballast tanks flooded and the weight shifted more towards the bow, the stern was lifted clear. This put added pressure on the shafts which began to break under the strain. Fuel tanks ruptured sending oil into the engine room which was already on fire. The temperature soared, warning lights blared. The fuel ignited in a tremendous explosion that expanded outwards, blowing out hatches and traveling down any open corridor it could find. A strangled cry escaped Pamela as she concentrated on channeling that explosion out of as many places as she could. More openings meant more water and more of a list at the stern which would help dry the bow out. Dylan rushed to her. "What is it? Pamela what have you done?!" He cried. "Engine room." She gasped through gritted teeth. "Bow will clear so you can get out." Indeed, the explosion lifted the stern up, blowing out the whole top deck before the ship settled, now shifting down at the stern as water flooded that area.
A wave of water traveled aft from the bow along the corridor, catching Maggie off guard. It picked her up and carried her along. Pamela did what she could to ensure her ride was non fatal. Once it past, Dylan ordered Ramsey to take over while he went off to find Maggie and her son. Ramsey helped Pamela to her feet and she staggered into him. Her legs bore the scars of the explosion, mostly blackened and covered in blisters. "That cleared the bow!" He called to the rest. "Come on." He grabbed Pamela by the hand and tried to drag her along but she only limped into the wall. "The turbines went, Ramsey. I can't-I can't walk." She said. "Then climb on." He ordered. "Ramsey, get to the bow. You don't have much time." She growled. "You're coming with and I don't want to hear any argument." He hissed. She sighed and did as he asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. He stood up with her secure on his back and led the way.