Phil tried not to scream but failed miserably. A hand clamped over his mouth and a harsh voice hissed in his ear, "will you shut up? We need to get everyone to shore and you panicking isn't helping anyone."

"But-" Phil choked, but was cut off as the hand pressed harder over his mouth.

"Are you going to be calm?"

Phil nodded frantically. Maybe if he agreed, he could tell everyone about the body.

The man let go of him, and Phil breathed in shakily. It was okay. Everything was going to be okay.

Then the lifeboat began to drive away.