Blaire stumbled out into the deck, almost blown away by the force of the stormy wind that knocked into her as soon as she stepped outside.

The deck was constantly being whipped by violent lashes of salty water and rain; thunder and lightning danced an intricate pattern over her head.

“Diane!” she shouted, trying to overpower the volume of the storm.

She finally noticed a hand gripping the rail and looked over.

Diane was dangling over the churning sea, her makeup completely washed away by the tumultuous rain.

The rich woman nearly screamed in relief when she saw Blaire’s tired face hovering out of the rain.

“Help me up!” she screeched, loud enough to be heard by the doctor.

Blaire leaned down, and grasped Diane’s hand in her own. With a burst of brute strength, they were both send sprawling on the deck.

Diane promptly turned on her side and spat out water.

“Where are the others?” Blaire yelled, and Diane pointed to the lifeboat.

“I’m going to get your daughter, Diane. Wait for us!”