Kylee nodded and grabbed Caleb's hand. "I'm a good swimmer," she said, "but my rib is broken. I'll be on the end so I can hold onto a piece of driftwood." She paused, glancing at Angie. "She can be on the other end, since she can't swim, and you two," she looked at the boys in turn, "will be in the middle." After she finished speaking, she was surprised how confident she sounded.
Kylee took a deep breath and stepped off of the doomed ship and into the frigid blue abyss. Bubbles swirled around her and she swam desperately towards the surface. The sinking of the ship created a pull towards the bottom of the ocean and she fought against it with all her might, ignoring the stabbing pain in her rib. She finally reached the surface, still clutching Caleb's hand, and took in rapid breaths. She stayed afloat using a piece of the ship and began kicking towards the island.
Angie followed, jumping into the dark water. A mass amount of bubbles swarmed around her as she fought to escape the pull of the sinking ship. Finally at the surface, she gasped for air as she copied what the others did, kick their feet and move their hands in a way that they would be able to swim towards the island.
Caleb bobbed to the surface and kicked his feet, doing his best to stay afloat as he swam with the others. Whether it was sheer luck or something else, the waves and the wind sped them towards the island.