Green-grey waves make a wall around us. We rise to the top of another but there is nothing to see except spray blowing like rain in the icy wind. Europe is sprawled somewhere in front of us but I can't see land. As we slide into the trough, more water rushes over the side of the boat. It is up to my knees. My feet are numb but I can tell that my shoes are heavy with water. I look up again and see a swirling wave bigger than the others rolling towards us in fury. The boat tips. This time we keep on tipping. The boat is full of water so it doesn't roll up on the wave - it rolls into it, and the wave crashes over us like we are on the shore, only we're in the middle of the sea. I hear screaming and then nothing as water rushes over my head.
Who will come to save me? Who knows where I am apart from the others tossing and bobbing in the waves like me? What would Bini do now?