The fight with Jones hadn't been going well. Gasping for breath, she'd failed to block a blow and gone flying; it's the last thing she remembers. Now she's lying on a hard, wet surface, body twisted and completely vulnerable.

Elizabeth surfaces with a start, pushing damp, lank hair out of her face. Her head is pounding and her legs refuse to cooperate, but she's aware enough to seek out her husband, to make sure he's all right.

He's not. Will is lying on the deck in a similarly awkward fashion, staring at her, and Jones looms between them.

Instantly alert, Elizabeth swallows hard.