Jenny kept swimming on, even as she could hear the muffled French voice behind her. Thank God- someone else was coming. She was a nurse, but she couldn't say that she was particularly strong, and may not be able to pull the man ashore on her own.
"He's drowning!" she exclaimed, gasping for air as she rose up above the waves. Where was he? Where was he?
And then he appeared again-
"Oh, thank God! Thank God, you're alive-" she gasped, reaching him in a few strokes, moving to grab onto his arms. "Are you okay? Can you get ashore?" she asked him, breathlessly.