Overboard || beckereno
If Imogen had ever been more bored, she couldn't remember it. Her mother's business gatherings (poorly disguised as parties) were always awful, but at least the hope of escape was usually able to keep her going. This time though, escape wasn't an option, a fact of which she was constantly reminded by the gentle rocking of the floor beneath her feet- it wasn't as if she could swim the five or miles the yacht was from shore, after all. Who had decided a party on a yacht was a good idea, anyway? Sure it was fancy, but the venue was small, making tiny piece of floor she'd staked out at the party's edge her only respite.
Imogen kept her eyes cast out to sea and sky in hopes that it would keep people from talking to her. If one more A-type tried to strike up a conversation with her about the stock exchange, she was going to lose it. The longer she stared at the yacht's surroundings, the more worried she got. It looked like rain, if not worse. Glancing back to the crowd though, nobody else seemed worried. Maybe she was just being paranoid... that would explain why she kept thinking she was seeing a shimmering just beneath the water... Wait, what? Leaning just over the railing in an attempt to catch sight of whatever it was she'd seen, Imogen all but forgot her concerns about the weather until the boat gave a sudden lurch, the waves having grown considerably in size. "Imogen! Get back from there!"
Imogen turned around to see her mother leaning out from the doorway, everyone else evidently having clambered into the small indoor space when she hadn't been paying attention. Moving to join them, Imogen took her hands off the railing just in time for the boat to give a particularly intense lurch, sending her toppling overboard. The water was colder than she would have expected for a June afternoon, but that was the least of her worries. Even once she calmed down enough to quit flailing and start trying to actually swim, the waves were simply too strong for her to break through. She managed to break the surface for a split second, only to be pulled back below the depths, water filling her mouth from her attempt to take a breath. The longer she struggled the weaker she felt herself getting, the fuzzier her mind seemed to get. Before long, she felt her eyes closing, darkness on the brink of overtaking her.
