Help is not forthcoming. And, as you hang there, you realize that you will have to do something or you'll fall. You swing your legs delicately, determined not to look down at the rushing water. And a shoe catches... and slips. But there's hope. There must be a kind of shelf or ripped wood, some kind of ledge. You swing your legs again, now with purpose and when that doesn't work you realize that you have to look down. You gulp, take a deep breath and let your eyes fall.
You scream. There, beneath you, where your legs caught is the captain's body. His eyes stare lifelessly up your skirt and your scream makes you teeter and fall. You are falling towards the rushing and foaming water and when your hand catches something that is fast growing cold, waxy, and stiff you have to make a choice, in an instant...
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