ROSE

It's so cold.

                                    JACK

I know. I know. Help me, here. Look around.

His words keep her focused, taking her mind off the wailing around them.

Rose scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a breath. She turns

and... SCREAMS.

A DEVIL is right in from of her face. It is the black FRENCH BULLDOG,

swimming right at her like a seamonster in the darkness, its coal eyes

bugging. It motors past her, like it is headed for Newfoundland.

Beyond it Rose sees something in the water.

                                    ROSE

What's that?

Jack sees what she is pointing to, and they make for it together. It is a

piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. He pushes her up and she

slithers onto it belly down.

But when Jack tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and submerges, almost

dumping Rose off. It is clearly only big enough to support her. He clings to

it, close to her, keeping his upper body out of the water as best he can.

Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion. A MAN

swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Jack warns him back.