Caitlin groaned, pushing up, out if the boat and landing on the sand. Hot sand. She whimpered, pushing up, shrugging of her jacket, she was pleased to see her handbag was still there

She rummaged in it for the unopened bottle of water, had to stop herself from
Guzzling it all down-it would make her sick. She took a few sips, remembered john.

She checked to make sure he was okay, "do you wish some water?" Her voice was croaky