"You can't make that stuff up," Chelsea said with a small laugh. "Of course you'll be okay. We're going to be fine, really. Who knows, maybe your feet will be fine tomorrow. Miracles are weird like that." She, of course, had no idea whether that was actually true or not.
But she did have a point. If she was going to die on this cruise, God-The Universe-Fate-Whatever would've just killed her in the initial storm by breaking her neck higher or letting her suffocate in her own blood, like that guy on the Sopranos. Stop fooling yourself, kiddo. We've already established that God's kind of a sicko like that. He might decide to let you and Sean roll off into the ocean tomorrow like everyone else.
Fortunately, about that time her dinner and Lilo's arrived, derailing that particular train of thought. "Oooh, that does look good," she said with a smile. She hadn't eaten a big meal since New Years' Eve and was more than a bit hungry.