[b]Lower Deck One[/b]

Luna fought with the hose, fought for every second she had water on the fire. She fought every millisecond it seemed like, for that precious control. It was, she knew, life and death. And yet the hose didn't seem to care, as it tried to constantly lift her off her feet. She knew that if she lost her feet, she was a goner. The flames, or the sea would have her. And that wasn't going to happen, no matter how terrified she was, no matter the fact she wanted to run back to the mess hall, away from the fire. [i]I'm not going to die here, not today, not now. I won't let it happen[/i] She cursed outloud, [b]"Damn you great water spitting snake, I CONTROL YOU DAMN IT"[/b] she didn't care if anyone heard her. She turned the hose with all her strength, pushing down on it with all her weight to keep her feet on the deck, to aim the hose to the fire. 

And then all at once it became easier, as she felt someone move their arms around her, helping her control the hose, looking back at the crew member, she flashed him a smile. That seemed the easiest thing to do right then, that smile, despite the seriousness of the situation. He didn't try to take the hose from her, to completely control it, and to leave her standing there useless. Instead, he merely helped, and that meant a lot to Luna. So she smiled, a brief, quick flash, before turning back to the fire, the hose that was now easier to control in her hands. 

She leaned back against the crew member, planting her feet more firmly now, and kept firing the water, keeping it trained on the fire with ease now. [b]"Thank you"[/b] She said over the noise. She didn't care what it seemed like, leaning back into a man she didn't know. It was life and death, and thats all that mattered. As the fire continued to die, even with the sudden lurch of the ship, Luna allowed one brief moment to catch her breath, and then the worst seemed over. For a nano second. 

[b]"Is anyone hurt? I'm one of the medical staff"[/b] She managed to get out, turning to the crew member that had helped her, intending to thank him again, as the order came to hit the deck. She didn't hesitate. she didn't think. She just latched herself onto the guy, figuring that it would be harder to be swept away attached to him, then if she had merely hit the deck. [b]"Looks like its a day for you to just save my hide, huh?"[/b] She said, with that quick easy grin, an apologetic tone in her voice despite it. 

That was all she had time for. Everything seemed to happen at once, and then with a curse, sounding so unlady like, and she scrambled away from the crew member, looking back just once and shouting [b]"He's going to be too heavy for me, move your butt! The most I can do is slow his descent!"[/b] Her own pain, her own fear, was pushed back, the instant need to protect, to save a life pushing it all back. She lounged for Edward, grabbing whatever she could to hold onto, to try and stop the inevitable submerging into the sea water. 

She didn't think. It was all instinct, as she caught her feet around something hard, a pole mayber, she dind't know, and threw a leg around it. Already holding Edwards weight was straining Luna, her already tired muscles shaking, weakening. [b]"Damn it!"[/b] She shouted out, her voice hoarse from the smoke of the fire, her eyes stinging. She could feel the weight of her medical supply bag, and wondered how she hadn't lost that yet. She managed to get a better grip on Edward, wondering how long they had until the wave hit. 

She sent a silent prayer, to whatever was listening out there in the universe. [i]I am not losing someone on my first day, damn it! Give me strength, don't let me drop him![/i] She thought wildly, gripping to Edward as tightly as she could. [b]"I've got you. I'm not going to let go"[/b] She promised, She was glad for her short cut hair, it would have been a pain to have that in her eyes.