“Hold on, Joy!” I run to the wheel. “I’m coming for you!”
She’d taught me to drive the damn thing, but I never had a lot of practice. My hands are shaking. My granddaughter can lose her life!
In spite of the trembling and the fear I feel inside, I am able to bring the warship right under Joy.
I go to her and reach out with my hands. “Here you go, here you go,” I grab her and lower her to the deck. “Oh my god!”
Her leg is full of blood. My hands are full of blood. How much has she lost?
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