[hr][hr] [centre][h1][color=orchid]Jordan Evelyn Burkstein[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/D10oceV.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b]Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London. [sup]Interacting with: No one[/sup][/centre] [hr][hr] Jordan could hear someone yelling. Calling out the same names over and over again. Isuara and Emily. The grief and fear in that voice was enough to make her own heart break. Alone, she didn’t have anyone to worry about, but this person had two people. Part of her was jealous at that, even as she recognised the person’s grief. How many lives would be lost, how many families torn apart? Tearing her mind away from those depressing thoughts, she continued to swim, shoving her way through luggage that was just beginning to sink, and bits of plane. As her hand hit something soft, cold and squishy, Jordan flinched back. She was sure it was a body as she stopped swimming, swallowing back her fear. She doggie paddled closer, intending to get a look and maybe find some ID, so that the poor sole could be identified as dead, so they’re family wouldn’t have to wonder. It was a child’s body, her eyes closed, hair floating out around her, arms floating, hitting luggage around her, water washing over the young girls chest. The child couldn’t be more than five, and Jordan sighed. As she was reaching to at least move the girl to something she could float on, so her body wouldn’t be dragged under, she saw that the girls chest was moving, just slightly. As the girl made a small noise, whether one of pain or just of fear, Jordan looked up. The girls eyes were open slightly. Jordan’s heart leapt, and she gathered the child to her, [color=orchid]”Its going to be okay, little one. I want you to hold onto this luggage, okay? Just for a minute. I’ll get the life jacket on you, okay sweetie?”[/color] She said, helping the little girl to fasten herself to the luggage, before she with some difficulty shrugged off the life jacket and got it on the little girl, struggling to buckle it but eventually she had it on the girl. With the girl no longer at risk of sinking and drowning, Jordan held onto her hand, giving it a squeeze. Now, even if the girl passed out, she’d be able to keep her afloat. As someone once more yelled out for Emily, she glanced to the kid. The kid had to belong to someone, didn’t they? Was this man calling out for her? [color=orchid]”If she’s a kid, I have her. FInd land, we can meet up there.”[/color] She called back, holding the girl to her for a moment as she contemplated which way to go. Her eyes scanned the area around them, seeking any sign of land. A dark, tall blob against the sky seemed promising, and as her eyes adjusted against the glowing fires from the wreckage, she saw that it was a lighthouse. She filled air into her lungs and let it out in a shout to all those around her, if there were survivors, then she’d let them know where to go. [color=orchid]”Swim to the lighthouse! Swim to land!”[/color] She got herself sorted with the kid, making sure she could swim with her, and keep the girl afloat. She settled herself into an awkward swim, feeling her body growing colder. She didn’t want to stop and think what the child must be feeling. She was so small… She needed to get this girl out of the water, even with the added warmth the jacket was bound to give her, the girl had had a good soaking. She needed to get her out of the water, before she succumbed to the cold temperatures. How long would that be, for a child? Hesitating a moment, she shook her head, before starting to swim again, using her legs and feet more than her arms now. [color=orchid]”Its going to be okay, child.”[/color] she’d say every so often as she sought land. The lighthouse seemed to be both drawing closure, and staying far away. She wondered if it was her own mind playing tricks on her, but there wasn’t much that she could do if that was true. She drew in air in a rhythmic motion, concentrating on that as she swam. She checked on the girl every so often, making sure she was still breathing. [color=orchid]”Nearly there… Just hold on, okay? I’ll get you to land… “[/color] She trailed off, her body aching from the cold. And she was tired. So very tired. Without the life jacket, it seemed every harder to swim, to stay afloat. And her arms ached from dragging the child with her. She paused, and pushed the girl in front of her. She began to swim once more, using the child as a kind of kick board, pushing her instead of pulling. [color=orchid]”Not much further… “[/color] She had to believe that, or she wouldn’t be able to go on.