Canessa was reluctant; his fear had its hands wrapped around him, holding him back. He watched as Parrado cautiously set one foot into the jetting river, shivering as he did so. Parrado looked back at Canessa, whose eyes where filled with dread, and called out through gasped breaths, “If you stay there you’ll die, if you take a chance then you might survive. Come on.” Realising he couldn’t last on his own, Canessa waded into the river following Parrado. They were now both surrounded by water made angry by the howling winds; their numbed feet balanced on the uneven rocks, a game of jenga waiting to fall. Unsteady breaths and crashing waves were the only sound; the two men too engulfed in the arctic pool to talk, only shared anxious looks and
