
"You knew she pushed you. You were knocked out and she accused me making you fall. I got angry and she called me some choice words and Tipped her over the side, thinking she'd take it back. She kicked me and overboard."

"Connor if I told you the truth you wouldn't beleive me!"

"She pitched herself over the side."

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

Tara slipped onto the deck, clutching her stomach.

Tara dodged her spit and tipped her so her spine was bent backwards, hard. "You're sad. You know that."

Tara gripped her own fingers around the girls neck, cutting her air. "Anyone? How about down here?" Tara leaned her over the side. "I'll let go. I won't hesitate. You'll fall. And you'll die. Take it back."

"I never said I did. But you do, that way you're so jealous. I can hear it in your voice."

"Then what's keeping you here?"

"You have others? On the ship?"

"They? I'm talking about him."

"And neither is Conner to you? Don't you care at all?"

"You would let a friend die? All I'm doing is just making sure he's not hurt. Wouldn't you do the same?"

Tara blinked at her. "I'm just a friend."

"You're not worth talking to." Tara turned away.