"There's a bacteria that's not been found growing on any of the other wrecks, that is destroying the ship, as it sits." After he started up, she placed both hands on the railing and started her way up. Steady as she goes. Closing her eyes every now and then, and letting her feet guide her. Or simply watching his back. Trying not to hyperventilate.
"I ever tell you about this recurring nightmare I had when I was a kid? I would dream that my Mom would come back, and that she would take me and my Dad for a drive.. And she'd drive us off of a bridge. But that wasn't the scary part. The scary part was when the car hit the water. It sank like a stone." The anxiety was clear in her voice. She wasn't afraid of water. Wasn't afraid of ships. And would not let this fear conquer her.