Somebody yelled: She's going under!
The 400-ton Bounty rolled nearly all the way over on its right side -- smacked down by a massive wave.
Dazed and exhausted from a grueling fight with Hurricane Sandy, the 15 crew members and their captain were on deck. Some braced themselves. Some jumped into the churning, chilly water.
Others simply fell.
Walbridge hit the water between the ship's rear mast and the navigation shack.
Christian and Sanders, the second mate, were thrown overboard together.
What do I do? What do I do? she asked.
Swirling water from the sinking vessel created a vortex that threatened to suck everything down with the wreck.
Sanders knew they had to swim away.
You have to go for it, he told her.
The last time he saw Christian she was swimming near the ship's rear mast.
Everybody was panicking. Sail rigging and red survival suits bobbed around the boat. The air was filled with shouting and the sound of the howling wind.
Then it got worse.
While the crew members struggled to keep their heads above the towering waves, the ship's mast and rigging threatened to beat them to death. The Bounty had turned into a kind of giant fly swatter, slamming down on the sailors again and again.
Prokosh, already suffering with broken ribs and a separated shoulder, got tagged by Bounty's main top yard -- a huge piece of wood that holds the main sail. It pounded him underwater.
One crew member watched helplessly as a rigging spar swung down toward John Svendsen, the first mate. He reached up to block it, but was only partly successful. The rigging dealt his face a glancing blow.
Jessica Hewitt's climbing harness -- tethered to Drew Salapatek -- snagged on debris, dragging her underwater. Salapatek, realizing he was being pulled under too, wriggled out of his harness. Somehow, Hewitt freed herself and returned to the surface.
Not far away, Scornavacchi fought for his life. An emergency kit tied to his survival suit had caught on a piece of rigging. Before he could take a breath, he was pulled underwater.
Thrashing against the tangled debris, Scornavacchi's body ached for air. He was losing muscle control. This is it, he thought. He recalled his promise to his mother and little brother: Don't worry, he'd told them, I won't die on this trip.
Then it happened: The tether connecting the emergency kit to his suit broke loose.