Margo held her breath for what seemed like ages.  She remembered reading that people can actually last for a lot longer without breathing than they think they can, that it's more a matter of mind over matter to control it.  People like Houdini and other magician's did it all the time. She didn't have practice, but she did have motivation.  Margo was not a quitter, she was a fighter.  She struggled against the strange undertow the ship produced until she thought to swim sideways to it, as if she were on a beach.  After what seemed like her lungs were about to burst, her head popped out of the water.  She looked around and found a piece of floating debris and climbed on top.  She could see other's off in the distance, but the effort of holding her breath for so long had taken its toll on her and dizziness overcame her.  She sprawled across the piece of plastic to make herself as flat and untippy as possible before she closed her eyes for just a moment to get a grip on her spinning mind.<br/><br/>She woke up when the thing she was on skidded onto the beach with a thud, withdrew a bit and hit again with the movement of the water.  It must have been hours.  She crawled up onto the beach and dry land.  Rolling onto her back, she stretched out her arms and threw back her head into the sand.  Solid ground had never felt so good.