Andorra

It was a terrifying sight that he hoped he would never experience. The pit of his stomach was in knots of defeat, and these could be his final moments of life. Seawater was pouring into Andorra's damaged hull on the port side. She was already on a twenty-degree lisp, submerging most of the cabin underwater. The water was almost up to Jack's shoulders, and he knew he was running out of time to free his legs. He swallowed more of the dark, salty seawater every time he went under to free his legs. He felt the numbness in his legs and the sharp, growing pain in his back and head from being tossed around when Andora rolled. The pain was throughout his body as he moved to free himself.