Ocean Liner Disaster

The trip had ben fantastic, your first time on a boat, your first view of the open ocean, and your first time traveling alone. You were supposed to be heading to your grandmothers, across the pacific, to enjoy a year in your parents home country learning its customs. Though it was certainly a trip with a destination you enjoyed what came with the trip, buffets, swimming pools, dancing, and even sneaking a few drinks when the opportunity presented itself. You even enjoyed the view of the men on your body, young as you are, shamelessly starting more than a few arguments. 

Sadly, the fun came to a screeching end one night as you were heading back to your room. The lights flashed once then went out, plunging you into darkness and forcing you to scramble your way through a steadily tipping ship to the top deck. Someone jammed a life vest into your arms, adults panicking and rushing around you as you tried to make your way to a life boat. The ship shouldn't have gone down so quickly but the cut power made the situation untenable. Before you knew it the ship pitched badly in the waves and you found yourself plunging into the black waters, alone save for those crying out all around you. Before you knew it the crashing waves and cold water forced you into unconsciousness. You didn't know you were alive until you felt soft sand under your back and could hear a crackling fire not far away.

(My plan for this scene is somewhat simple, a survival theme, forcing our characters together, despite arguments, fights, and cruelty, to keep both alive and happy. The scene can be played pretty passively with us slowly coming to care for one another, culminating in love, or more aggressively, where my character is more of a brute and expects you, even forces you, to put out for keeping you alive and healthy. Let me know your thoughts on this scene if you're interested, it was a bit rushed so i'm happy to make adjustments.)