Forgive Those Responsible

I open my eyes, only to see death.  The water is black, the sky is black, their eyes are black.  No one moves, no one breathes.  And the only thing I can think is, "why me?"  It's selfish, I know.  But when one is faced with death, the need for life becomes pretty much the most important thing.  It's instinctual.  I only think of myself.  Scratch that, I only think of myself and the people responsible for the little girl that floats dead and blue beside me.  I hate them, and if I could scream I would.  But hate doesn't save lives, so what's the point?  Suddenly I realize that self pity, and anger, and sorrow cannot save me either.  So I mentally relinquish my hate and indignance, and pray for every person still left alive.  Including any crew left that didn't fill those boats all the way.  Or any of the rich, diamond studded women in the life boats that demand that the boats don't come back to save us.  I want every single person that possibly can to make it out of this icy emptiness.  "I forgive you," I whisper.  "Just stay alive."