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"My name is Roxanna, but the most preferred name is Roxi."
Roxi stated, her voice monotone, and dark.
"The age is eighteen, and PLEASE try not to ask me about the headphones."
Exasperation rung in her voice when she hit the word 'please'.
"Well, my name is Rosemarie, and I'm 21 years old. THe cruise was a gift from my brother," She shook her head and thought of him. She quickly took a swipe at her eyes and pasted a pained smile on her face and waited for the next person to introduce themselves.
Rosemarie spotted another girl pulling at the side of the raft.
"We've got another one!" She yelled and pulled her up.
"You okay? What's your name? I"m Rosemarie," Everyone else started to tell the woman their names.
Rosemarie spotted another girl pulling at the side of the raft.
"We've got another one!" She yelled and pulled her up.
"You okay? What's your name? I"m Rosemarie," Everyone else started to tell the woman their names.
"Hey, I'm gonna need you to do this-" He said, opening and closing his fingers around his palms repeatedly. After checking on her, he went to sit down.
"My name's Grant, by the way. And I can say this is easily my second worst day at work ever."
Alexa looked around at all the introductions. She thought about what she would say. Her name and age, of course, maybe how she came to be on the cruise, but what about how she is more than one person? Should she tell them about her pregnancy, one that could be over before it even got started really? If they were good people, they would most likely let her have more of the already sparse food and water. She didn't want others to starve over a baby who could already be dead.
Before she realized it, Alexa was crying silently to herself. Already, in two days time, she had come to love the thing inside her. The thought of he/she not making it scared Alexa. She curled up the best she could in her soaked white dress, which was now more or less see through. The tears continued to fall silently.
Rosemarie noticed the light blonde haired girl's tears. She patted her on the back and helped her wipe up her tears.
"It's alright. It's ok," She spoke in a low soothing voice.
"What's your name?" She asked softly.
Perla noticed how everyone was throwing around introductions, so she decided to introduce herself as well.
Perla stated in a silent but clear voice. She didn't have a very strong accent, but it was obvious that she was Spanish. Perla heard silent weeping and looked at a woman with blonde hair, so bright it almost seemed white. She couldn't exactly tell if it was dyed or not, but she decided that she would crawl over towards her and comfort her. Someone had already beat her to it, but she just went to her other side. When the other woman asked what her name was, Perla nodded, wanting to find out what her name was. But before that was shared, she wanted to know what was wrong.My name is Perla Maddalena.
Uh, are you okay?
Alexa looked to the girl trying to calm her. She had no clue how wrong she was, but for her sake, Alexa tried to fake a smile.
"I'm Alexa Swanson. I just turned 17 last month. This was supposed to be a relaxing break from my parents divorce..." She stopped and took a deep breath. Then turned to the medic. "Theoretically, if someone on board was about a month pregnant, would uh...would the baby be ok?" She could feel herself on the edge of tears again.
It's not that bad. At least we're not alone.
He put his head back and breathed a long slow breath, trying to relax a bit and forget what he heard. He almost wanted to fall asleep but he knew that they wouldn't let him sleep. He imagines what would happen and laughs to himself a bit.
"Well that's not really part of my expertise, but it would depend on say, if that person was knocked out and the cause of that loss of consciousness. If a loss of pregnancy did occur, the typical symptoms, like morning sickness or sore breasts, would stop after a short time."
He leaned back and a long shiver went up his spine. He was feeling pretty cold after having dived in the water (twice), but knew other people needed his jacket more than him; he could manage.
Alexa just nodded. She felt somewhat better now that she knew what to expect. "Thanks. I'll keep an eye out for a lack of symptoms." She rubbed at her stomach, then fixed her dress. It was freezing and clung to her body like a layer of frost. "This dress is so cold. Is there maybe a blanket or something in the emergency supplies?"
Alexa nodded and took the sweatshirt. "Thanks." She put it on an it covered her enough that she didn't need the dress. Moving under the sweatshirt, she took the dress off and wrung it out. "I can change back once this dries." She laid the dress on the side of the raft, careful not to put it close to the water.
"Do you mind...?" He asked, not finishing his sentence. The jacket was dark blue, with the classic star of life on the back. Each sleeve had two small, reflective yellow stripes with the words 'S.S. Dream Scape' under them.
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"What is that?"
THe raft suddenly flipped over.
"HOLY CRAP! IT'S A SHARK!"
Alexa handed the medic back the jacket just as something rubbed the bottom of the boat. Upon hearing the girl next to her scream about a shark, Alexa grabbed her dress and moved away from the edge of the boat. "Kill it! Punch it in the face! Something!"
"DOLPHINES HELP US!"
Roxi screamed, right before she tumbled over with the raft. She swam upwards, trying to tell herself not to panic, remembering from a health class in sixth grade about how you preserve more energy when you don't panic, or something like that... But it sure didn't help that the shark was there.
Her hands resurfaced, though her head did not. She had been dumped right under the life raft, and she couldn't seem to push it right side up, so she started to swim to where she assumed was right next to the life raft. Finally resurfacing, and gasping for breath as she did. Roxi opened her eyes, trying to ignore the painful sting as all the salt water rushed into them. She cursed under her breath, and headed to the life raft. She managed to flip it back over in the right direction, then climb on.
With chattering teeth, she looked around for anyone else who was struggling to get on the raft.
He poked his head up and noticed one of the girls trying to flip the raft back over, and he assisted. Then he swam back out, looking for others, and grabbed the first person he found, helping them back to the boat.
"Everybody stay calm!" He said as he swam, "If you kick around a bunch you'll just get his attention!" If there was anything Grant was good it, it was doing well under pressure. It was sort of in his job description.