When she awakened, she found blood coming from her right hand. There were three horizontal gashes across her wrist. She was pinned against the wall, while laying on her side. The bed and the night table were crushing her against the wall. How had she got here?
Coraline got into bed after eating a dessert of strawberry cheesecake happy and more than a little bloated. Drowsy from the heavy dessert she lay down in bed and grew comfortable. She put out the light. Then all hell broke loose.
Almost immediately after the lights went out, the bed slid around, dumping Coraline off. She stood up sleepily, and looked around, to be hit in the gut by the bed, which slid over to the wall. He right hand flew out behind her, hitting an elegant (but rather poky) molding that ran along the middle of the wall. She cried out in pain and surprise, as the bed slid back across the room. She became aware that the room was rocking back and forth. She didn't have much time to process this, because the bed hit her again, and she hit her head. This time she blacked out.
It was dark, and she was trapped. The room was no longer rocking hard. The space between the bed and the wall was minimal. It was hard to breathe. She let out a sigh of despair.
After a few hours of being crushed against the wall, she slept.
Coraline awakened again. It was still dark, and she couldn't tell whether it was day or night. She couldn't see the window from her position on the floor. What if she was never found? Her stomach rumbled and her throat felt like sandpaper. An crash of thunder sounded from outside.
She felt dirty, firstly, because she hadn't showered in what felt like ages. Her stomach hurt, from hunger, and she was breathing shallowly, from her awkward position.
Then, breaking the silence, was the hideous sound of dragging metal on wood. The bed slid the smallest bit. She had barely enough room to stand. She began to wriggle out. One leg, then the other. Soon, she was sitting on the bed. "Phew!" she said aloud.
Then the bed began to slide again. She screamed and jumped towards the door. She nearly hit her head on the wall, landing inches away from the wall. The bed had actually only moved another few inches.
Panting she noticed holes in the floor. Where the legs of the bed should have been, there were four small holes. Coraline knew that the bed had been bolted down. The bolts were missing! But they'd been missing since before this journey. She was definitely going to complain to the maintenance crew on that one. Other than her cuts and a large bruise on the side of her head, she was unharmed.
She burst through the door and headed for the deck. The door was shut, but also unlocked. She pushed open the heavy door with difficulty, to behold rain pouring down onto the deck. Lighting lanced the sky and thunder roared in the distance. The sound of rain was deafening. The sky was a gloomy dark grey. Coraline shivered in the cold water, but was also glad she was at least feeling a bit cleaner after her time pinned against the wall.
There was no one else above deck, understandably. She went into the dining hall where the old clock was wound again. Unbeknownst to her previously, the clock also displayed the date. She found that she was trapped for about a day and a half. She went back out into the rain.
This time there was a rather chubby lady stumbling around on the deck, looking rather drunk. Coraline went to go help her. But halfway to her the lady stumbled to the railing and started to climb it.
The lady made no indication of hearing her.
"Stop it, you crazy psycho!"
The lady looked up and came to. Coraline realized the lady had been sleep-walking. It was still morning, and it looked like the lady had been sleeping in. "How did I get up here?!" she shouted.
"Calm down!" Coraline shouted. She began to head toward the railing again to help the lady down.
"Oh, no, no, no!" the lady yelled. And then she fell backwards off the ship, into the frothing stormy waters.
"Oh God," Coraline said, "HELP! HELP!" she shouted. No one came. "PLEASE HELP!" The sound of footsteps came from behind her. A group of crew members came. "What's the matter, lass?" one of them asked.
"A lady just fell overboard!" she said desperately.
The crew looked over the railing. One of them said "I don't see any-"
The lady surfaced and made a great gasp.
"HOLY CRIPES! MAN OVERBOARD!" he shouted. They grabbed a life preserver and dropped it into the stormy water. The lady grabbed it, floundering in the angry sea. She screamed, but her shriek was swallowed up by the wind. Finally, after several minutes of pulling, the lady was pulled back onto the ship.
An enormous crash came from the front of the ship. A wave swept across the ship, threatening to pull all of them overboard. Another followed, and Coraline slipped and hit the deck. Another wave washed over her, making her cough and splutter, and knocking down the crew. She almost fell off.
She felt pressure around her waist as one of the crew tied a rope around her, the lady and his fellow crewmates. Another wave washed over, but the rope held firm. She and the crew made it back to the door that went below deck. Coraline went downstairs. She had the crew move her bed back and bolt it back down, along with the other furniture. She thanked them and went back to her room, contented that she would be safe.
For the remainder of the devastating storm, she stayed in her room, ordering room service. She also watched the Olympics on a small TV inside a small cupboard. She watched some skating and skiing, and then went to bed.