Shipwrecked

I held onto the rope for dear life. My arm felt like was about to fall off. I groaned because of the pain it was causing me and looked up to see Harry's curls poke over the side of the boat. "Oh my god. This is bad. You're bleeding." He panicked. "Harry, please help me." My voice cracked. "I will. I promise I will." He said he reached over and grabbed me at a place that was shaking because of the pain. I winced and he immediately pulled his hand back. "Can you bring your other arm up so I can grab it?" He asked. I attempted to bring it out of the water, but almost a week without food wasn't going to give me much strength. I shook my head after a few attempts and let my arm float back into the water. Hours later, the sun had sunk into the ocean and I was falling asleep still hanging on. The pain in my arm had lulled into a dull throb after a while. Harry continued to think of a way to pull me up. "Harry the water's getting colder." My teeth chattered. He showed his face for the first time since I fell. "I know. Just give me a few minutes." He begged. "You said that an hour ago." I moaned. After a minute if silence I heard him cheer. "I got it! Let me hook my feet onto a bench." I could hear the smile in his voice. I heard shuffling before I felt strong hands wrap around my tiny waist, lifting me into the boat. As soon as I got in, I jumped onto Harry. I hugged him tighter than I've ever hugged anyone in my entire life. My feelings for him were real. Even if we were shipwrecked.