Oliver's POV

I poured Laurel another drink, still kind of in disbelief that she agreed to come with me. This is what I had needed to be sure. As soon as we were back in Star City, I was gonna propose. Laurel took the glass from me. "Thank you, Mr. Queen" she flirted.

"Anything for the most attractive person on this boat" I smiled. She sipped the drink and then I took the glass from her and moved in on her, kissing her neck and making her giggle. I laid her back on the bed and climbed so that I was on top and I kept kissing her.

We made out until a particularly loud clap of thunder made us both sit up. I knew Laurel had reservations about being on the water during the storm, but I didn't want to scare her, so I moved to start making out again.

"Ollie," she said, "I know your dad's employees reassured me again and again..."

I finished her sentence. "but you still don't think that it is safe. You think we should dock".

"I do," she said, innocently.

"Okay," I said. "Come here. Come to me" I wrapped my arms around her.

I heard some type of loud cracking noise. The lights went out and the bed slid across the room. Laurel slipped out of my arms and we both fell opposite ways. I was sure that my arm was broken.

I did my best to get sight of her and when I did, to my horror, the love of life was clinging for dear life as water rushed in, intending to pull her under. "Laurel!" I screamed.

"Ollie!' She cried. In an adrenaline rush, I leaped over the bed and grabbed her hand, trying desperately to pull her to me. "Ollie," She said, desperately. I looked her in the eyes. "I love you so much". The water pulled her away from me.

"No!" I dove in after her. I had to find her. Underneath the water, it was so dark. "Laurel" I screamed. I don't know what I was thinking. Nobody could hear me. I neglected my need for air. If Laurel was dead, I wanted to die too.

I wouldn't get my wish as several strong hands grabbed ahold of me. I was lifted into a tiny lifeboat. "Son" I heard my father say.

"Dad," I said. "Dad, she is out there"

"No, son," my dad said.

"Dad" I begged and I tried to leap out of the boat again but my father's bodyguard, Dave held me back. "Please, dad". Everybody on the boat heard a soft cry over the sound of the roaring waves. "Laurel" I shouted. Dave failed to keep me restrained and using all the strength I had in my arms, I made the boat move in the direction of the cry.

I saw my beautiful girl fighting to get air. I got close enough to give her my hand. I could tell she couldn't really see me, due most likely to saltwater stinging her eyes. "Baby, it's me give me your hand". She didn't hesitate, shooting her hand to mine. I pulled her halfway, out of the water and wrapped my other arm around her body. As pulled her fully on to the lifeboat I fell onto my back, her shivering form on top of me. She quickly sat up and I did after her, placing a hand on her back as she leaned over the edge of the boat and vomited blood and saltwater. I rubbed her back. "It's alright, baby" I whispered.

When she was finished vomiting, she collapsed back into my lap, still shivering. "Dad, she's freezing" I complained.

"We all are," my dad said. I glared at him. I pulled Laurel close, trying to warm her. I kissed her cheek and I closed my eyes. I tried to fall asleep.

I woke up because I was starving. Laurel was still against me and I gave her a soft kiss on her head. My father was going through our food supply. "Here, son," he said.

"Thanks," I said, but I didn't eat.

"You must be starving, eat," My father said.

"I'm hungry," I said, "but it is more important that she eats". I gestured to Laurel, who I still had my arm around. My father was silent. "Dad, what?" I asked.

"I know you love her-" my dad began.

"Don't" I cut him off. Laurel suddenly woke and I looked at her. "Hey" I tried to sound warm.

"Oh god, we're still floating," she said.

"It stormed all night," my dad said.

"What time is it?" Laurel asked and Dave glanced at his watch.

"Well we are somewhere in the North China sea, so my American watch won't answer that question," he said.

"Here," I said, giving her some food.

She glanced at me, concerned. "Did you eat?"

"Yes," I lied. I had read somewhere that the world record fast was eleven days, so as long as I didn't starve myself longer than that, everything would be alright.

I was sleeping when it got dark, Laurel's head was on my chest. I felt her lift her head, breaking me from my light sleep. "Babe?" I questioned.

She looked at me. "Your stomach is growling," she remarked.

"Okay, I'll eat," I said and opened up our food supply. Everything salvageable from the gambit's kitchen was there so I ate a snack. "Are you hungry?" I asked and Laurel shook her head. She moved closer and I instantly wrapped my arms around her.

She looked in my eyes. "Ollie, thank you," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Saving me" she said, her voice sounding small.

I kissed her. "I would do anything for you, I love you" I whispered and kissed her forehead.

Laurel's POV

Several days had passed I think. As I laid in Ollie's arms, I noticed his skin was hot. "Robert, Oliver need's water," I said.

"Drink, son" Robert insisted.

Oliver could barely move. "Please, Ollie" I begged. He did his best.

"There, very good, son" Robert remarked.

"Robert, we don't have very much water left" Dave Hackett commented.

"What we have goes to Oliver" Robert replied. He pulled Oliver away from me and into his arms. Oliver reached his hand out for me and I grabbed onto it. "You know I love you, son," Robert said.

"I love you," Oliver said back.

Before either Ollie or I could stop Robert, he pulled out a gun and shot Dave in the chest, causing a scream to escape me than Robert moved so he had the gun pointed at me.

Oliver had already moved away from from his dad and he body-blocked me from his dad being able to shoot. "Don't" Oliver growled. He turned his body and pulled me into his arms. I was shaking and crying.

"I'm sorry, Oliver," Robert said. "You need to survive. I'm not the man you think I am. Not a hero, the furthest thing from a hero. I destroyed Starling city, poisoned it and I need you to survive and right my wrongs. Oliver, survive". Robert pressed the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger, ending his life. I leaped out of Oliver's arms and I vomited into the water again.

Robert's decaying body smelled horrible, but I wouldn't suggest we got rid of it. The smell made it hard to eat. Oliver was sipping on some of the last of our water. I was lying at the bottom of the life raft, freezing and trying to sleep. I felt Oliver lie down next to me and wrap me in his arms. "You should drink" he whispered.

"I will" I lied.

"Laurel" he whispered.

"I will," I said again. He went silent and my heart stopped for half a second, thinking that he might have suddenly died, but then I felt him kiss my cheek.

"Ollie" I whispered.

"Yeah, angel" he whispered.

"You think... you think I'm gonna freeze to death?" I asked.

"No" he replied, his warm breath on my neck. I am not gonna let that happen".

"Oliver, we don't have enough food for both of us anymore, and I want to make sure-" I began and I felt Oliver's arms tighten around me.

"If the end of that sentence is gonna something like "you choose to survive for me", here's my answer, without you I have no will to survive. Laurel, we are going get through this together" Oliver said.

Opening my eyes was kind of painful and I didn't feel Oliver nearby. I forced my weakening body to sit up. Oliver was on the other side of the boat, looking out across the water at this giant island. A smile formed on my dry lips. I scootched up next to him, rocking the boat a little. "Hey, careful" Ollie said, reaching out for me.

"Sorry, Oliver, that island. We're headed straight for it" I said.

"Yes," he said. "We are". His face wore a dull expression.

"Ollie, stopping somewhere is the first step to getting rescued," I said. I picked up Robert's gun.

Oliver looked at me. "What are you doing?"

"How many bullets do you think are in here?" I asked.

"Put it down, Laurel" Oliver demanded.

"Ollie, we can use it to hunt for food" I insisted, just as the boat hit the sand.

Oliver got out of the boat first and then he helped me out and then he and I worked together to get Robert's body out.

We were both exhausted and fell back in the sand.

I opened eyes to here Oliver yelling. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping. I jumped to my feet and I saw Oliver trying to scare some seagulls away from his father's corpse.

"Ollie" I yelled, running up next to him. We both took a look at the damage. Oliver's father rotting flesh had been pecked away on his face and his hands. I turned around and vomited violently.

Oliver touched my back. "Laurel, laurel" he breathed. "We need to bury him"

I stood up straight and nodded. "Yes," I said. "We do".

Oliver did the brunt of the work dragging the corpse until we found a satisfying spot to bury Robert. We both dropped to our knees to dig a grave.

"Robert Queen was a wonderful man, husband, and father," I said. "He will be missed and forever loved," I said as Oliver stood silently looking at his dad's body.

"I love you" I heard him whisper. I knelt down to begin burying Robert, but I looked up hearing Oliver cry out in pain.

"Ollie?" To my horror, Oliver's blood dripped down onto my hand. "What happened?"

"Ouch" was all he could say before falling onto my lap.

I saw a man charging towards me and Oliver, who was now unconscious. I was so scared. I tried to pick Oliver up, but I couldn't carry him and run. What was I going to do?