*Will*

"Oh, no," Millie says. It's almost a whisper, yet I hear it over all the screams on the deck. I follow Millie's gaze to the ship's bow, which is already underwater. The eerily haunting sounds of steel buckling under pressure have become louder, the ship's tilt steeper.

I have only moments to help her escape.

With no lifeboats in sight, I look into her eyes, my heart aching at the fear in them. I have to protect her and get her off this ship safely, somehow. ...