Emma's pov
This was hell. Killian was heavy, the water was freezing, I had no idea where my kids were, if my husband was alive or not, if I was going to survive.
Suddendly I gained hope once again. In the distance I saw little boates coming our way.
I waved. They needed to see me. Of course, there are more people than just me, but I dont know if I could do this much longer.
I tried to swim torwards them and soon I was beside a boat.
I helped them get Killian aboard and then they helped me.
"Is he alive?" I asked, with tears in my eyes. I was shivering. One of the people on the boat answered in English but with an italian accent.
"Lets see" he said, as he grabbed Killian's wrist and felt his pulse. I held my breath. He couldn't be dead.
The man didn't say anything for a while. He just stared at Killians wrist.
