Kyra felt a leak spring above her head and her eyes stung. Salty water poured over her, drenching her and her clothes. So much for staying warm. Eric grabbed Paris's hand and started to pull her towards the door, yanking it open when he reached it. Hosanna let out a squeak, burying deeper into the hem of his shirt. The cold air surrounded him but he pulled her onto the deck. Kyra started to follow, Zephyr already on the deck.




