Open Sea

There's not much railing, on this particular boat. It's not really designed to be this far from shore, to be honest. These people were desperate to escape the virus, and didn't make it.

The cutlass hits the older man in the shoulder, next to his neck- the blow passed close enough to his head that the zombie's lost an ear and a string of loose flesh dangles from the side of his head. The cutlass might have lodged in the shoulder-blade, however, so freeing it will require some leverage and strength. The zombie keeps the attack up, however, reaching to grab the arm holding the cutlass and moving its head round to bite.

The blind zombie is being guided by its ears and somehow manages to not fall into the ocean. Its right hand is close to the sailor's ankle, opening and closing as it grasps at the air. It might miss; it can't see where the ankle is to grab it. But if it does, it's not letting go.

On the ship, meanwhile, the knifed woman stumbles and lurches towards the largest concentration of people, ignoring any weapons and not caring too much about injuries, either. I don't know what weapons are being used, nor how they are being used. If they're levelling muskets at her torso, she might fall over and be riddled with lead, but that won't kill her. Stabbing her with dirks also won't work, and bludgeons only if they hit her head hard enough to smash her skull- though she'd be hindered if arms or legs were broken, she'd ignore the injury.

The zombie knocked overboard remains overboard.