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The other people on deck with you look dazed and disoriented. Some have long cuts on their arms and legs - sirens have managed to hit some of them. However, no fatalities. All of you should count your blessings and give this woman a medal, as far as you are concerned.

Then a terrible thought occurs to you. "Cederic Oakbar!"

You run toward the stairs without saying a word, all your attention focused on getting to your longtime friend as quickly as possible. What if she got hurt when the barge crashed into whatever it was? You don't know what you'll do if something happens to her! She is all you have...

You hear the woman ask in the distance, "Who is Cederic Oakbar?" in a puzzled voice.

"That damn don-!"