"Can you swim?” Igor yelled over the sound of crashing waves against the side of the plane as Thomas and Charlie clasped to the edges of the window and sheltered their eyes.
After mere moments which seemed like an eternity, Charlie nodded and carefully began exiting the window first while Igor positioned himself to carry him on his back. Rows upon rows of swimmers were heading towards the rope ladders of the Hungarian ship, which was having problems of its own trying to stay balanced against the heavy currents. Although they had tried to position itself to shield the plane from those exact currents, the anchors were wearing and the ship was slowly veering towards the plane in what surely would sink them both completely.
After climbing the ropes and having Charlie delivered safely to the deck of the ship, Thomas and Emma watched as Igor turned to jump once more only to have his shoulder dragged back aggressively by a much older crew mate.
“Igor, you are wanted below.” The man said sternly before turning to look down at Thomas and Emma with little contempt in his pale and cold-hearted face.
“But sir! Huskies travel in packs, let me rescue those below,” Igor finished in Hungarian.
The man turned his head briefly to his left revealing his gray goatee and murmured, “The ship is getting crowded if we don’t leave now we too will become crippled.” Igor continued to stare as he watched his teacher and master continue to walk along the black grates that lay among the deck.
“Are the others coming?” Igor shouted towards his master but it was useless he had taken the staircase down and was beyond the range of hearing. “Pentele,” he called out to the boy beside him.
“You are distraught Igor,” he murmured wiping his pale face with his right hand.
“I want you to head downstairs and take over for me. Do you understand?” Pentele bowed as he picked up his scarlet towel from the deck and began heading towards the staircase.
Jogging briefly on the spot Igor refocused his concentration on the task at hand knowing that if he hurried, more lives would be spared, and with that in mind he proceeded to dive into the freezing waters below.
He gulped breath after breath of fresh air as he swam closer towards the plane and received the girl second. Thomas looked on as he carefully clung to the side of the window for support. More water was entering the plane and it was getting increasingly harder to remain upright against the vigorous currents that would inevitably swallow the metal frame.
Back on the ship’s deck chaos was at its height as small group of students who would not head downstairs without their friends finally gave in to the pleas of some members of the Hungarian crew.
After leaving Emma in the safety of another crewmate, Igor, made what he hoped would be his final dive and plummeted head first into the frigid sea below.
Thomas looked behind him surprised at his findings. The other students had made it safely onto the ship above.
“Get on my back,” Igor said, beginning to feel the effects of exhaustion as he swam closer to him.
Thomas nodded cautiously as he lowered his head to observe the moving water below and began to exit the window. Suddenly the plane shook, jolting him into the sub-zero water. Had the Hungarian ship collided? Air bubbles were rising to the surface as he struggled to swim away. The ship was sinking, but in such a manner that he would have sworn it was a submarine. Igor called out to Thomas angrily as the plane began to be sucked down by the enormous water displacement the ship had caused. They quickly reached out to grab one of the few remaining rope ladders as the sound of the ship’s awakening engine filled the air. Despite being a member of the Hungarian crew Igor’s face was blazing with fury and shock.
“Bajnok!” he screamed as their ladders were raised swiftly.
Climbing up the railings to the deck, Igor quickly thanked the men at the ladders and rushed Thomas down the staircase as the Hungarian ship became shrouded under the darkness of the sea.
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