The deck tilted sharply, containers groaning against their chains. Every few seconds the ship jolted, sinking lower as the sea forced its way inside. Elias half-dragged, half-carried Callen toward the railing. His eyes darted to where he had tied his skiff. The small boat bobbed uselessly in the waves, but it was no longer within reach.
The freighter had drifted, pulling them yards away. The skiff was a speck in the storm, tossed too wildly to help them now. “Damn it,” Elias muttered. The deck beneath their boots pitched again, throwing them against the railing. Callen clutched Elias’s shoulder, his face pale. “It’s going down,” he gasped.