I reached the main deck gasping and out of breath. It had taken quite a while for me to realise that the ship was beginning to sink, due to my drunken state, but now I was fully alert to my surroundings.<br/>then a call was given to abandon ship, and I along with most of the other passengers quickly rushed to the ropes holding up the lifeboats. As I reached the rope however, my first instinct was not to save myself, but to help tose around me.<br/>I reached over the side and grapped the rope, drawing it closer to allow everyone to reach it and started to help people on to it. The ship took yet another horrific lurch, but still I stayed, putting others before my self. Every part of my brain was telling me to just go, leave the others to fend for themselves, but I fought these emothions hard and remained at my post hoping that everyone had heard the alarm. The ship creaked onimously, and tilted again.<br/>"Come on, Hurry!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as the rope swayed in my grasp. Another benefit of my metallic arm, I realised, was that it could grip almost anything, but this thought was quickly forgotten as I busied my self with helping the others.