So cold, she thought. But nothing new. She had endured cold in the past, sewing clothes in her drafty apartment. But this was different. Watery cold. Icy black deadly freezing cold.

She clung to a piece of wood. One of the tables dined upon by the wealthy. But her strength fast abating. Around her, the cries and wails of the dying. She was too tired to cry.

Not long after the sea was silent. The water lapped between her chin and neck a little higher each moment.

She looked up at the moon. Felt the sea wind on her blasted salty dried skin. Took a long breath, exhaled, and sank beneath the water.