Coraline woke to find herself on the floor, and her hip hurting. The ship was rocking much more now, and some of her things were falling of the wooden dresser facing her from across the room. She was rather curious, and she went above deck, in her enthusiasm forgetting a shawl.
After a wobbly climb up a few flights of stairs, she went above deck to see the skies grey and unpleasant, with waves higher than before and more forceful. A chilling wind filled the air, piercing Coraline's light clothing. Her toes were cold against the deck. A gruff voice came from behind her, "Well, little girl, looks like it's going be a rough one."
Coraline whirled around, startled. Behind her was just David. "Oh, hi David," she said cheerily.
"Say, I never got your name."
"Oh, it's Coraline. Coraline Jones."
"So," he said, (Coraline waited for him to say Caroline) "Coraline, huh? Odd name, that is. Well, I'd let your parents know there's going to be worse waves coming," he held up a small radio.
"ATTENTION! ALL SHIPS BETWEEN 28 and 31 degrees NORTH TAKE WARNING. STORM APPROACHING!"
"That can't be good," Coraline said.
"No. But the storm is going to push us in the proper direction, at least. We won't lose any time."
"OK," Coraline said, and then a raindrop fell on her head. She looked up. Another drop fell. An announcement was heard "ALL PASSENGERS ARE ADVISED TO GO BACK TO THEIR ROOMS."
Coraline went back below deck and ordered room service breakfast for her and her parents.
Over the course of the day, the sprinkling of rain went on and off intermittently. Coraline went above deck a few times to talk with David and get some air. Mel became even more violently ill. The day was mostly filled with the dull roar of the waves outside.
Coraline retired to her room that night, where everything was calm, dark and quiet. Then there was an enormous crash, a thud, and then she knew no more.