It was past night when Sophia finally stalled the boat and leapt down the stairs to find her bunk with Daryl. The belly of the boat consisted of a long corridor, with doors lining the long silver entrance. Murmurs and mutters filled the cavern with soothing noise, calming down Sophia slightly. She spotted Edgar snoozing on top of the bolted down kitchen table. Jogging slightly, Sophia knocked on the fourth door on the left, before stepping in.

Soft light glinted down on Daryl on the bed, cleaning his few knives. He looked up, smiling, before quickly becoming concerned with seeing Sophia stand there, sniffling, a lone tear dripping down her cheek. Jumping off the bed, he quickly leapt to Sophia and gathered her in her arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, checking her for bites or bullets.

Sophia simply sobbed into his arms, before dropping on her knees to her rucksack and pulled out a shining scabbard; she lifted the dagger out of the diamond- encrusted case, before pulling it to her wrists.

"NO!" roared Daryl, grabbing her hands and pulling her towards him, before picking her up. They lay on the bed, silently, save for the sniffling of Sophia tucked into his neck.

A few minutes later when she had settled, Sophia finally lifted her head from Daryl and blinked her forest green eyes at him. They didn't notice the whole boat had gone deathly silent.

The clouds were beginning to darken.

"I...I..." Sophia stuttered, searching for the right words to convey her disgust. She finally smothered the butterflies in her throat and muttered,

"Come outside."

When they had reached the deck, Sophia pointed to a large lump not far from the boat. When Daryl had finally focused his eyes, the large mound had finally floated further into view.

It was a dead shark, rotting and fermented beyond belief, most of its bones melted away for warm muscle and organs. But what had Daryl dry retching was the sight of a half of a small toddler walker, it's lower body scalped out and bite marks littering it's pus filled skin, hidden inside the cavern of the shark, desperately knawing on a piece of liver.

"Go. Now." Daryl's hard voice reached Sophia's ears as she stood by the helm of the boat. Desperately pushing the gears forward, the boat racing along at full throttle, riding the tips of the white waves. A cacophony of yells and angry muttering sounded from beneath the deck.

Whilst Sophia stared straight at the dark blue waves, Daryl came up behind her and put his arms around her waist, sighing gently.

"How long now till we're at Spain?"

"About four days, give or take. We've been on the boat for... two days, I'd say by the look of it."

Daryl frowned, etching years onto his face with a mere scowl.

"I don't like the look of those clouds."

The night was still dark yet, but a small glint of a sickle like moon shone down on the deep dark clouds that hung menacingly near the boat. A crack of thunder alerted Daryl to the danger. Grabbing his girl's hand he pushed her down the stairs, following behind her swiftly.

"Everyone up!" he shouted, whilst Sophia banged on the group's individual doors. Some of the most active members, such as Michonne and Merle, jumped up to the small kitchenette immediately, whilst it took most of the others to take a few minutes.

"It's two in the morning!" growled Maggie, shuffling along with a tired looking Glenn.

"There's a storm approaching," said Sophia, stress covering her own face.

"What the fuck do we do?" shouted Merle, pulling Beth closer to him and tapping his metal stump against the wood panels of the kitchen sideboard.

Edgar roared loudly, burying his face in Sophia's shoulder. She gave him an absent minded stroke before returning to the conversation.

"None of us have any experience with boats. Oh, we should have stayed at the prison!" replied Carol, burying her face in her hands.

"Sophia saved our lives! We were sitting ducks before she came to us!" Rick shouted, desperately rocking Judith who had begun grizzling loudly.

Hershel looked ready to retort at the stressed Rick, before a huge jolt to the boat had them all swerving to one side, bags and items and crockery tumbling with them.

"It's begun!" shouted Sophia, rushing up the stairs, Daryl and Rick following closely behind.

The sea was absolute chaos. Huge churning wave smashed into the boat, rumbles and croaks snapping from the multitude of dark clouds shooting down lightening from the heavens.

The rest of the group had by now joined the trio on deck, their mouths open in shock and disbelief. It seemed as if God hated them.

"What the fuck do we do!?" Glenn finally said, stalling the boat as he did so. A huge dollop of water ran over the side of the boat, brief flashes of light and dark battling to open the heaven's floodgates. Rain poured down on them, the only sounds being Judith bawling and the sprays of lightening erupting out of nowhere.

But what really pushed them to desperation was the sight of a wave, huge and fearless, heading straight for them. It was easily the size of the tallest tree in Georgia, and racing towards them in a fearless arc. The group had ten minutes at best before it plundered them with salty water.

"I say we fight to the death!" roared Merle, trying to be heard over the raging sounds of nature.

Sophia scoffed loudly. "This isn't like the Governor, Merle! We can't defeat it with bloody bullets and swords!"

"Don't shout at him!" Beth yelled in her direction, slightly slipping of the sodden deck, only being held up by Michonne.

"Well don't yell at her, it ain't her fault!" shouted Daryl back at her.

"Don't you dare lil' brother! It's your damn redcoat that's got us here, not my girl!" roared Merle, holding himself up on the hand of the deck. The tsunami was about a few minutes away from the family.

"We accepted the deal, Merle! We didn't have to, and she saved us from the governor!" Rick shouted.

Carl started to cry.

"She's sentenced us to death!" screamed Carol loudly, hurrying down the bilge of the boat.

"Right! Well as soon as we get to Spain I'll send you lot back to Georgia myself! I don't need anyone! I survived so far with the evil acts I've committed and I will for a few years to come without you lot of blathering ninnys!" Everyone stared at Sophia, shocked, before the thundering crash of another wave of the ocean soaked them all from head to toe.

Rick shook himself, and started to issue commands.

"Everyone! Tie down and bolt every door or item you can and head down to the kitchenette! Grab the lifejackets and give them to the old and young!"

As everyone rushed around to fulfil the orders Rick had commanded of them, he turned around to see Sophia tie up her ginger hair, before sliding on a pair of Aviators. Standing at the helm of the wheel, she gave it a sharp twist, sending the boat to ricochet to the sid, churning even more water to flood the deck.

The area suddenly went deathly quiet, the air muggy and stifled.

And then, chaos.

The typhoon of thunderous water broke down on them, enveloped in the water. Screams erupted from the base of the boat, the wooden deck collapsing into the bottom. It was as if an ocean had climbed inside the boat, water swilling about and drugging everyone there with its sticky embrace. Sophia and Daryl, holding hands till the last, slowly closed their eyes, breathing in the water that threatened to kill them.

TWDTWDTWDTWDTWD

Sun.

Hot, heady, achingly hot sun.

That was all Daryl could feel on his skin, along with the gravel-like taste of sand. Opening his eyes slightly, beating sun blinding him for a second, he quickly jumped to his feet and looked around.

It appeared that they were marooned. A large expanse of sand stretched as far as the eye could see whilst palm trees looked down on the group. Daryl could see small cottage houses in the distance.

Shaking his head slightly, (which left a few blood droplets on the sandy ground,) he looked around, spotting Rick and Carl curled up together under a palm tree. They appeared unharmed. The boat cast a hue shadow, upturned on its side and broken in several places. Daryl ran and jumped into the boat, hearing Judith's drowsy cry, yet she only had a few bruises.

By the time the duo had climbed out of the rotten vessel, a few others had woken, stretching and gearing themselves to face the day ahead.

"Hey, Daryl! Where are we?" Glenn asked, before helping up a sleepy Maggie from the floor.

"What the fuck happened?" grunted Daryl, rubbing a palm over his face. The heady smell of coconuts and sweat was making him feel sick.

"Well," Rick spoke quietly, "Since Sophia parked the boat sideways, we all escaped relatively unharmed. I think most of us passed out whilst we were drifted ashore."

"Where is Sophia?" Rick pointed over to the Brit, where she was casually playing with her sword, sitting next to Edgar. The sharp tone of her whistling was the only sound to accompany the group brushing themselves off.

Before Daryl could go over and join her, Merle, Michonne and Beth joined them from behind the boat.

"Any walkers? I'm really not in the mood to kill the fuckers." Merle groaned, pulling at a huge cut above his forearm.

"Over there." Carol pointed, at a lopsided figure in the distance, before dropping to her knees at the sight.

Daryl felt his stomach drop, sick push its way up through his gullet.

It was Hershel.

Beth and Maggie screamed and raced over as the old man, pus dripping from his mouth desperately reached out to them, filthy claws raking the sand over and over. The group had joined them, Beth grabbing Merle for comfort.

Maggie turned away and was immediately sick, Glenn holding back her hair. Blood danced from her scalp.

Daryl himself was close to breaking point. While he valued and respected the old man, the main loss of his place in the group was surely to be his medical knowledge, which had died with the farmer. It seemed a large piece of wood had impaled the old man's chest, right through him. It wobbled as he roared desperately at the ragtag bunch of misfits.

By this time, Sophia, still wearing her aviators and tattered military jacket, strutted over to the group gathered around Hershel. Grabbing her sword and plunged it through the old man's head, he kerked, spitting blood on the sandy flooor, before lying still.

A grin painted her face as she sat down, pulling her knees to her chest, and began laughing heavily. It was not ordinary laughing, the demented glint in her eye gazing vacantly into space.

Daryl, one of the biggest, meanest, brute's left in the world, was scared. Carl had hid his face in Rick's stained shirt, Carol looking away from the disturbing sight before her. The sun was high in the sky by now, waves rolling towards the group as whispers and howling sounded from the jungle next to them.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" demanded Beth, grabbing at Sophia's arm. Several of the group looked at her in shock- they had never heard sweet, innocent Beth utter such strong words before.

Sophia looked straight at her as she said, still with the ridiculous grin on her face., "The fact that as soon as I find the next airplane in this country I'm going to leave you lot here for your empty souls to be picked over by the crows. Good thing your old man died by my hand...the hatred stirs within you, girl…" Beth's eyelid twitched as Sophia carried on talking. "We're all doomed. All doomed. But no, they didn't want my help. But I need my help. I'm me. They can't steal that, like they stole my help. Thieves."

Rick looked at Michonne, before turning back to me.

"You've gone crazy girl," muttered Michonne, backing away from her slightly.

"Crazy with power my dear. The image you see before you was only created with spit from the witches themselves."

That was it for Beth. She let loose a punch directly to Sophia's bruised face, the redhead simply laughing before kicking Beth down onto the ground. Tumbling backwards, She landed on her dead father.

That was it for the pair. In less than as few seconds they were screaming and clawing each other, held back by only Merle and Daryl. whilst Daryl was trying to whisper soothing thoughts into Sophia's bleeding ear, Merle was barely holding back Beth at all, instead choosing to encourage her fighting tactics.

"Come on, Beth! Harder with the knuckles Sugar!" The rest of the group looked shocked until finally, Sophia let go of Beth's greasy hair and walked off, holding only her sword and Edgar by her side.

"You're on your own, Yankees!"