I should have been prepared. I should have expected the violent lurch of the ship. I should have listened to the Guardian when he told me to hold tight. I should not even be on this godsforsaken ship. And I wasn’t, not anymore. My boots lost purchase, and my spine slammed into the railing before I toppled into the water with a splash. The cold was a shock, stealing the breath in my chest. Then came the tug from the currents of the waves and the ship, both pulling me away. Pulling me deep.
Oh jeez!
