Sole survivor, she watched the ship go down without a trace. Alone in the endless ocean she struggled to keep from sinking under the weight of despair and grief forcing herself to think only of staying alive. No raft, nothing. Slowly she scanned the horizon knowing she would find nothing but she gasped, seeing dorsal fins, big ones, approaching slicing through the water just beneath the surface circling closer closer. Briefly, irrationally she tried to think of a reason why she should be spared. "I have a child at home who needs me!" There was only one scream unheard--then nothing but the silent sea and blood in the water.
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