The ship hit the ice and broke open like a pinata hit by an unenthused child.
Given how slowly it was taking on water, I felt I had enough time to head down into the lower deck and get the suitcase.
But thanks to needing to remember the passcode for the room, by the time I began to head back up, corridors were filled with cold, black water.
After the second corridor in which I nearly drowned, I realised I would need to leave the suitcase behind to survive.
So I regulated my breathing and let the water take me.
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