We move to the far side of the room, away from the pool of icy water slowly gathering near the door. I can hear the insidious trickle seeping through the soaked fabric of my hat and I think maybe the hole in the hull has gotten wider. It’s only a matter of time now before the water reaches us, lapping over our shoes and around our ankles and dragging us down with the ship. But I can hear Jack’s faint breath beside me and as long as he’s here I think maybe I can ignore the water and the creeping death slowly approaching and the fact that we’re just sitting here and still sinking… I can try to ignore that as long as he stays here, right here beside me.
Tentatively I reach out and touch his leg, my hand resting on his knee like it did last night at the bar, and he doesn’t shy away. My voice
