The ferry slams into the dock and Scarlett into Bucky in kind, the dawning horror twisting her features before she can fully realize what has happened. Her fingers slip through the material of his shirt to keep from spilling over. The sound of screams filling her head as the ferry groans beneath them.

It's not a slow comprehension of just how bad all of this could be. Every possibility slams into her, one after the other. Each one more dire than the next. How many lanterns had fallen into the water. How many people were still on board. How much food would be lost to the water below. How little food would they have to survive when there was no guarantee another ferry would come soon - or ever.

She spares a glance for the lantern hanging foolishly in her hand. Her shoulder throbbing as her muscles are rendered taut with worry. She doesn't have time to worry about what's going on with him, as much as she might at any other time. The sounds carried around and inside the ferry told her it had to wait.

"We have to move fast." Scarlett with every intention of staying on the Ferry to see if anything could be done to save it.