Yacht Shock!

"Oh my. That looks bad," Andreva says, stating the obvious. Having done plenty of diving and swimming, almost from the cradle, she grabs a life preserver and dives right in, ready to save some lives.

After Zara dives into the water like a pro, going after the closer flounderer, Jak wrenches the wheel of the powerboat and cuts towards the other two victims bobbing in the water. The vibration of the twin massive outboards plays havoc with the woman’s body, in the best way possible.

"Bobby!" she yells over the engine and the wind and the salt spray, "You’re up next! Go go go!"

Bobby groans and leaps into the water, faking a sore leg. He's not afraid, not exactly, well, not entirely, but the fire is oh so hot.

He hits the water like a duck into a hottub: he knows what to do but he doesn't really belong.

A sleek sploosh slid Zara into the water just around the first rescuee as she bobbed back up. At least their head was still above the water. "Grab hold!" She swung the float in front of them while at the same time taking a textbook position behind them to assist them towards their speedboat.

After getting on the rescue boat, Cassie had quickly retreated to the hold below decks. She had tried to distract herself by double and triple checking the first aid kits and gear. Finally, the pills were taking effect as her headache eased and her heartbeat slowed to a normal rhythm.

As she felt Jak slowing down the speedboat, Cassie knew it was go time. With a few deep breaths, she grabbed a first aid kit and started climbing up onto the deck. "Ok its go time Cassie. Get over yourself and focus. These people need you," she said to herself as she reached the top of the stairs.

Up on deck, she rushed to the railing nearest the flaming yacht, ready to help with hauling survivors on board and beginning triage.

"Hey Jaklyn! You're a little too close. Back off a little!"

Andreva sees that Zara has things under control with her rescue victim, so she makes her way to the other one in need of rescue, frowning at both Jaklyn and Bobby as she effortlessly cuts through the water like a knife.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Bobby," she shouts in passing. "Your legs are fine. Don't be such a chicken!"

Secretly she hopes there is more to the fire than meets the eye. Something not quite mundane.

"Here!" she calls out, pushing the float to the survivor, who she'd like to keep that way."Can you hold onto it? I'll be right behind you."

Fisher has the boat idling as the other lifeguards come aboard with shaken hot girls and the unconscious dude, but the moment she hears that there are others she hits the throttle and moves the speedboat towards the flaming yacht. Ideally towards a non-fiery part of the vessel where they can climb aboard and look for other survivors...

"No, you back off," she says quietly, under her breath.

As the survivors come aboard, Cassie falls back on her training to handle the crisis. All those hours practicing triage during her residency at UC Miskatonic were paying off again.

"Ok, we're going to get your friends off the yacht." She takes a pen light and uses the light to check the survivors' pupils. "So the captain here was the one who set fire to the boat? Is that how he tried to kill you? Or was he trying to stop someone else who wanted to kill you?"

Turning to Jak she says "Sounds like a case of unfathomable knowledge induced mania. We need to get to that boat and make sure there isn't a harpoon wielding maniac still on the loose!" Jak may be 20 years out from crippling back pain, but Cassie trusted her in a crisis. Zara and Andreva amazed her with their grace under fire and willingness to confront danger. And Bobby... Well, every team needed a Bobby. Even though Cassie woke up everyday half expecting to see his name in the Sunset Beach Chronicle police blotter.

Zara permitted herself a moment to appreciate the fine form of the woman she had just saved when she embraced her to safety; she needed to work on her own abs more for that beach perfect bod-- before the panicked chattering snapped her back to reality. She was glad Cassie had the trained presence of mind to calm the survivors with her assuring words. "Sacrificial bonfire gone wrong?" She craned to see if there were any other people on the top deck of the ship.

"Hold up Cassie," Andreva says, subtly nodding a no in her direction. The girl was going a bit far in her questioning, which wasn't her role in the first place.

Unfathomable knowledge induced mania. What even was that?

"Um, who belongs to those empty bikinis and swimming trunks over there? Anyone below decks?"

Bobby sees that Cassie has the survivors well in hand, and briefly helps her with a quick triage of them for any life threatening or serious injuries.

As they tell their quick overview of what happens, he bounces up to Jak. "There, we can get in there, the fuel tanks are there so keep clear of those." His breath is quick from the exciting plunge, and he forgets about his 'cramp'. Those women were hot as fuck "Bet that was quite the party," he drawls lasciviously.