Kyless groaned, holding her rib and Caleb's shoulder. "I think I'll be okay...eventually." She murmured the last part under her breath. She didn't like anyone seeing her in pain or in trouble, and she was embarrassed that these three had to lift the pole off of her while she was pinned under, helpless.
Angie frowned, she hadn’t been credited for helping her out. With an ‘oof’, she tumbled forward off of the large slab she was holding onto. Landing in the water, she screamed. Angie never learned how to swim, because she really never had a reason to.
“HELP!!!” She shrieked, flailing her arms helplessly.
Kylee clutched Caleb's shoulder as tightly as she could to prevent him from falling. She took her hand that wasn't holding on to him and grabbed the railing of the boat, wrapping her freezing fingers around it and turning her knuckles white.
Angie was able to grasp ahold of a piece of driftwood. She planted for a moment before something brushed past her leg. Quivering with fear, and from the cold, she pulled herself onto the piece of wood and lay down.
Simon looked at the ones still on the ship, then at Angie who was laying down on the driftwood. "We have to go," he said, gently shaking the girl while he was treading in water, urgency in his voice. "We have to get back on the ship."