"And we'd better slip on a life preserver," Jack added as he pulled two of them out from beneath the bunk.
"Wonder what we hit?" Bob asked as he strapped the life preserver over his coat.
"Iceberg likely, or maybe a derelict."
"More likely the latter," Bob said.
"You ready?"
"Come on."
Bob pulled the door open and they stepped out into the corridor. The sound of voices some shrill and others low and gruff seemed to fill the ship. As they started toward the stairway, a little way back, a half dressed woman, her arms filled with clothes, rushed up to them.
"Oh, what has happened?" she gasped.
"I'm afraid we hit something," Bob told her.
"Is the ship going to sink?" she cried.