Placing her foot on Bobby's hands, Angel was lifted up with ease - she was pretty light, to be honest. Grabbing onto the metal thing, she leaned on it to see if it would fall or anything. As it didn't even wobble, she gave a sigh of relief and heaved herself up onto it, standing up uneasily. Peering over onto the boat, she smiled as her eyes caught on something.
"Oh, it's okay! I can see a rope now! And..." She cut off with a small gasp, covering her mouth. There was someone laid next to it, his back facing her, and lying incredibly still. What looked like blood covered the wet deck. "I think there's... a dead guy." She said softly, as if hoping not saying it aloud would make it not true. She'd never seen a dead body before. Never really been close to death either. 
A determined - yet queasy - look set in her face, and she lifted herself up to the deck, easing herself over the side of the boat and landing on the slippery deck. Because the boat had been cracked in two, the angle of the ship was going upwards, so she all but crawled up to reach the rope, which was hanging around a large metal loop that looked to be snapped off. Inching forwards and trying to avoid the pool of blood around the guy - who she was trying very hard not to look at - she grabbed the rope and unhooked it. Backing away swiftly, she attached one end of the rope to a pole set in the deck, and threw the other end overboard towards Bobby.