Screams faded to moans, then to nothing. Once the fires from the sinking ship extinguished, there was only darkness, and the faint light of stars twinkling in the sky. It was peacefully surreal.
Light returned as dawn rose, revealing no sign of any wreck or other survivors while the agents drifted aimlessly, clinging to their small refuge.
The Russian having had a rough night with his continued sea sickness rolled to his side. He saw it, a dark fin rising from beneath the surface, circling them. If it hit the raft, it would send them toppling to become tasty morsels.