The sea is dark and terribly quiet. JJ has disappeared from view. For a while, she could be seen in the water, being dragged behind the boat, but no longer. We have stopped trying to overpower the men. When our intent became clear to them, they grabbed JJ. They tied her wrists and put her in the sea. As terrifying as it's been to see her being towed behind us, it's worse still to lose sight of her.

For all my skill at languages, theirs is one I have never learned. Though they speak English, I think it would be helpful to understand their native tongue, instead of solely their body language. But, I remind myself, 95% of communication is nonverbal. What are they saying? Well, it's simple. Their smiles - their laughter - it leaves little room for doubt. They are enjoying the hell out of this.

"Where is she?" Garcia asks, terrified, but somehow braver now that there is a necessity for information.

"Gone. She is gone," the ringleader says. He smirks, waving his gun. "You will listen to us now?"

I see the shock on the faces around me, and for the first time, I feel it myself. I am the only one among us unused to losing a team member in this manner. They lost me. I never had to lose them. I was unconscious when JJ brought news to them that I never made it. I keep scanning the ocean, to see if there has been some mistake. But no. She is well and truly gone.

A shock goes through me, unlike anything I have ever known. JJ was my lifeline in Paris. She saved me. How, then, could we not save her when she needed us the most?

The men jumped aboard in the middle of the night. Rossi had not wanted to pay the fee involved to dock the yacht he was chartering on their vacation to the Seychelles. They dropped anchor instead, in open water. Consequently, this band of delinquents - of modern-day pirates - managed to take it over with no problem whatsoever.

This has been the longest hour of my life.

It is instinct now, to keep notes in what I feel is my native French. Many languages have a basis in the romance language but chances are, not the one I am hearing.

Night One, I write in careful French.

Mutiny unsuccessful. Lost JJ.