Having grown up near the ocean, Joel's a strong swimmer, but so is Cosette, something he's very aware of as he cuts through the waves to reach them and it's only as he gets close that he's rocked with a visual stronger than he's ever received before. His premonitions are usually so vague, but this is as clear as anything he's ever seen. The timing is less than perfect, but when he lifts his head to draw in a breath he sees something long and dark, something with sharp teeth, something that's come for Cosette and he realizes suddenly why they're struggling out here.
There's no time for him to be angry with himself for not having seen it sooner and he ducks down into the water, grabbing the first limb he comes across and whether it's Cosette or Spencer, he doesn't know. It doesn't matter. He won't get one without the other, so he shifts until he can get a better grip, locking his arm around their waist and pulling toward the surface.
He gets his head above the water, drawing in another deep breath so he can begin to swim toward shore and hope that whatever is in the water with them doesn't decide to come around for another bite. His mind is racing as he tries to think of something that can help, some curse, some muttered spell that might make it more difficult for the monster to see them and then he turns suddenly, using his free hand to stir the water, slowly, bringing up silt and mud from the bottom, making it difficult for anything swimming toward them to see.
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Date: 2014-05-23 12:37 am (UTC)There's no time for him to be angry with himself for not having seen it sooner and he ducks down into the water, grabbing the first limb he comes across and whether it's Cosette or Spencer, he doesn't know. It doesn't matter. He won't get one without the other, so he shifts until he can get a better grip, locking his arm around their waist and pulling toward the surface.
He gets his head above the water, drawing in another deep breath so he can begin to swim toward shore and hope that whatever is in the water with them doesn't decide to come around for another bite. His mind is racing as he tries to think of something that can help, some curse, some muttered spell that might make it more difficult for the monster to see them and then he turns suddenly, using his free hand to stir the water, slowly, bringing up silt and mud from the bottom, making it difficult for anything swimming toward them to see.