Evil Goon on TV: Your Speed Racer-esque boyfriend is dead! I mean, we just left him where he fell, but it's a safe assumption.
Girl on TV:You're lying! He had his helmet on!
As he stared and pled for help, they wrenched his grip free of the rail. He tumbled to the ink, grabbing the anchor in futile desperation. As he sank, he could do nothing but watch as the dark outline of his ship faded away. Then everything went black.