Bomber was panicking, she had killed the X? She was a murderer, the X had trusted her, given her a chance to prove herself and she had betrayed her in the worst possible way. It was just water, though wasn't it? Just a joke, if the X was playing a practical joke she was the master, but something told her the X wasn't in a joking mood.

She went through her first aid training, just like the course had told her.

Airway, it was wheezing her throat swelling likely to close. She needed more help however for now it was clear. Releasing some of the tight clothes around her neck might help

Breathing. Fast and laboured, ideally she needed oxygen and a nebuliser but with none of them handy lying on her side would have to do.

Pulse, fast but strong, her colour was good no signs of synopsis.

Disability, pain, she clearly had lots, Glasgow coma score, falling now 14 as she was only awaking when they shouted.

This took seconds; Bomber knew firstly she needed to the Hamersley back with Swain. She radioed them trying to get as much advice as she could before being cut off. As the crew took over Bomber despaired, she hadn't got that last number through. They wouldn't be able to find them and the X was dying. She needed water to wash out the X's eyes. Poison should be washed off her face otherwise it would continue to burn. She begged the men for some but to no avail as they were roughly taken below deck and locked up.

2 dads tried to reassure Bomber as the X lay unconscious, her breathing still laboured but it wasn't as wheezy, Bomber wasn't sure that wasn't a good thing maybe she was fighting it getting better, or maybe she was just losing the fight.

The door to where they were being held opened. 3 men barged in 1 took her and 2dads out his gun leaving no argument. While the other 2 scooped the X up, worryingly she didn't even stir, even as the cold wind nipped around them. The captain of the other ship stopped them, looking her over. Bomber and 2dads struggled fearing the worst as he held a bottle under her nose before signalling for them to continue.

They threw Kate in the room first, she was now barely conscious. Bomber and 2dads gently lay her down on the sacks stacked in the corner making it a bed. She almost instantly she began to stir.

Bomber was happier this was a good sign. Kate began giggling, confused Bomber looked a 2dads, who explained it was a party drug. Bomber groaned. The X had not only been poisoned but now given drugs and was high. The only good thing was the X was more awake even if she was on a party high.

Kate POV

Something smelt funny, she gasped opening her eyes the world was still fuzzy and she could hear Bomber and 2 dads shouting loudly before being roughly lifted and dragged. Still breathing was easier and the burning wasn't as bad. So maybe it was a good thing. It was all funny really Kate thought, laughing and not being able to stop.

Her head hurt really bad she realised as she lay on the bed vaguely aware of what was going on. The door opened and she tried to sit up but her body refused to co-operate instead she focused her effort on opening her eyes.

"Her" the man said pointing at the barely conscious Kate. She felt herself being lifted up, heard Bomber and 2dads fighting him but couldn't do anything but weakly bat at them and beg them not to.

They lay her down on a smelly dirty bed. She fought the sleepiness with everything she had, the fear releasing adrenaline which helped.

The bed dipped as someone sat next to her. The momentary hope it was Bomber or 2dads faded as her top was roughly shoved upwards and her breasts roughly grabbed and fingered. Kate tried to hit out using the last of her energy. Easily he subdued her seemingly enjoying the fight as he tried to provoke her more, his rough grasp surely leaving bruises on her delicate wrists. He bent down, his face next to hers. He smelt bad, like rotting fish mixed with bad BO. Kate felt sick as he whispered in her ear.

"You struggle and I hurt you, ok?" she was too weak to do anything else but lie still. The small fight she had put up had exhausted her. Down the corridor she heard shouting, the man didn't pause undoing her trousers pulling them down to her ankles followed by her pants. Kate closed her eyes willing herself to be anywhere but the boat. It didn't work.

When he finished he opened the door another man coming in and having a go, after him was one more before they left her alone bleeding and bruised. She managed to wipe between her bruised legs groaning as it hurt her bleeding raw skin. Then she pulled up her pants and trousers wincing as the cotton brushed against her sensitive skin. With the last of her strength she pulled down her bra and t-shirt hoping the darkness of the material would cover the blood stains from the bite marks. With that down and looking more presentable her strength deserted her and she passed out on the bed again.