It was not that Fury wasn't used to desperate situations. It was that the water was so cold, far worse than anything she expected, like being stabbed with ice shards. Hundreds of them. All at the same time. No wonder she gasped. If she didn't move though, she'd freeze.

All she had to do was strike out for the shore there, being careful to make as little noise as possible. Flint might have slept the sleep of the dead for the last five hours, but she'd left the cabin window open ...