Eirene rushed from the cabin before Daphne could so much as clear the water from her eyes. Her hair, once more having been left unbraided to fan about her shoulders, now cling to her damp skin making a chill bone-deep pierce through flesh and sinew. "Wait!" She called out as the rushing water nearly sent her to her knees as it rose higher and higher along her thigh. Terror gripped but she pushed forward, wading through the rising sea water to clutch at the door frame to peer out towards the chaos that continued to ensue on the main deck. With horror she could see the struggle and the fruitlessness the men fought against.<br/><br/>Men, good men who undoubtedly lived as hard as they worked, were swept from the ship to find a new home within Poseidon's domain while others still struggled to save the ship and its occupants. Cut rope was yanked from strong hands to be whipped about by the storm that overcame them while the rigging swung wildly, knocking more than one unwary sailor off his feet. Yet that hardly was the cause of the scream that clawed its way up her throat with a violent intensity no one would have believed could have erupted from such a petite frame.<br/><br/>Nevertheless the storm that raged around them swallowed any noise she made as she watched with terrorized grief as Eirene was swept off her feet and into the sea's depths. The young sailor that had come to warn them, Themistocles, threw himself overboard to save the vivacious brunette yet that hardly mattered to the young woman clouded by grief.<br/><br/>Following the same fate as her past love Daphne ran blindly onto the deck, tears hidden by the rain pounding on her cheeks. Rushing to the wooden rails along the sides of the ship, she gripped the finely crafted beams and leaned over the side, her screams swallowed as easily as the sea swallowed her victims. The young blonde hardly felt the wave crash over her, quickly pulling her into the frozen depths below. The cold the permeated her was an invasion that made the rising water in the cabin seem as simplistic as a thorn's cut. This chill violated her very soul so that movement against the choking water that overwhelmed her. When holding her breath no longer remained an option, her mouth opened involuntarily allow icy water to fill her gasping lungs.<br/><br/>By the time Orion's hand found her hair within the darkness of the current surrounding them, her mind had slipped within itself while her heart stuttered to pump within her chest. The next time her large blue eyes fluttered open was to her husband's teary gaze as he watched her with an intensity that would have at the very least made her uncomfortable. The thought was only fleeting as salt water burned up her throat so that she was forced to turn away from him as she coughed, her body heaving on the damp sand. With tears not only shinning in her eyes but streaming down her cheeks she groaned as the last of the saltwater left her, her hair clinging tightly to her trembling form.<br/><br/>Acting out of instinct her eyes sought out that of her husband's before she fell into his arm, taking comfort in his hold as her eyes found what little of the ship could still be seen. The bow could just be seen as waves broke across its sinking end before it too was completely overtaken. Refusing to see the wreckage that would surely follow the collapse of the mighty ship, Daphne gave a hushed cry and burrowed her face into the curve of Orion's neck, her arms tight around his shoulders as she cried for the lives lost.