Katrina grabbed Jenna as the ship alarm sounded bungling her up the deck. The ship was caught in some kind of whirlpool, serious by the looks on the crew’s faces. Katrina pulled Jenna to the mast, “The boats are useless, wrap your hands around the mast and hold on. It will float, just hold on.”<br/><br/>That the ship would have to break up for it to float, that Jenna would have to hold on and hold her breath. There was no way of telling the wide eyed young girl that she was going to die, better let her go to the Gods with hope in her heart that she might survive.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Your user ID is 13407 | View your rolls | View rolls made to you | Make a roll | View recent rolls<br/>Roll Result: grovercjuk rolled: 1d20, adding 3to the total<br/>Comment: Will save.<br/>Result: 17,<br/>Total: 20<br/></div></div>