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"Look out for the rock! It's gonna fall!"
"That little thing? It'll be fine. C'mon, we're almos-"
Those were the last words Frank Greene, a twenty-eight year old African-American sailor from Captain Englehorn's crew who had foolishly volunteered to help escort the camera team along with Jimmy, Lumpy, and Mr. Hayes, heard before the lifeboat lurched hard to one side and launched him over the edge. His entire body went numb mere seconds after plunging into icy waters that were anything but calm.
Frank kicked and clawed his way back up to the surface, but when he came up for air, his boat was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Lumpy's. The only one he did see was capsized and too far away to consider shouting for any survivors. His voice would be easily drowned out by the crashing waves, the falling rain, and the alternating booms of thunder and cracks of lighting.
Off to a great start, he thought as he swam to the nearest shore. Fully clothed and soaking wet.
A glacially slow few minutes later, Frank was pulling himself onto somewhat dry, albeit foreign land. He hoped that the others had made it to shore. For the time being though, something had to be done about his clothes. Eager to get away from the storm, Frank set off to find a cave.