The baby might have a hard time of that, because with a flash the two of them aren't on the ship anymore.  Rebecca's sitting in - water?  No, it's too thick and dark for that, and deep enough that Catherine's submerged entirely.  It's night, but there's a strangely steady light shining on the fountain and once her eyes adjust she sees that the liquid glints red.

. . . Whether or not the baby's breathing now she sure is starting to move.

What the hell her baby is no way no how going to DROWN she pulls her up and props her on her shoulder and pats her vigorously trying to get the red stuff coughed out.

Catherine coughs a little but not very much.  As Rebecca's eyes adjust further and as Catherine drips off the liquid - it smells an awful lot like blood, come to think of it, though not entirely unpleasantly - Rebecca can see that Catherine doesn't look anywhere near as bad as Rebecca feared.  Better than she by all rights ought to, and significantly better than she did on the ship.  Healthy, even; glowing.  She looks at her wide-eyed.

Rebecca herself feels much better, physically, than she can remember ever being, every ache and soreness gone.

huh??

Yeah no she feels great.

The opposite half of the fountain seems to be water, with little mosaicked dividers separating the pools.  There's a shower-like flow on that side, too, tall enough to stand under.

Okay but how does she get out of the... blood.

She can stand up and step over the divider!  Or the outer walls, should she so choose.  The blood only comes up to just below her shoulders when sitting on the pool's floor, and there are handrails of clean metal, cast smoothly at the gripping portion and flourishily at the ends, circling the taller center portion of the fountain at several heights.

O...kay. Over the divider she goes.

The water's warmer than the chill night air - so was the blood, come to think of it - and the shower has enough pressure to do a decent job of rinsing someone off but isn't much stronger than that.  Still maybe not the best to put babies under.  The pool's water level is slightly shallower than the blood was but there's still plenty enough to get clean with.

She wets her hands and wipes blood off Catherine.

No one interrupts her.

If she looks past the gazebo-like structure housing the fountain (wood, stained) she can see a number of buildings, some of them with bright and steady light streaming out the windows, all with strange architecture.  The most familiar-looking structure resembles a church.  It's got its lights on and is made of stone and wood instead of more foreign materials.

When she's done rinsing off and soaking wet she adjusts Catherine in her arms, steps out of the fountain, and makes a run for the church, hoping it'll be warm inside.

It's unlocked and even if it wasn't heated it would keep them out of the wind, but it is heated.  There's no one in the sanctuary but there's a sound that might be from someone moving around, or humming, in a different room.  It's hard to tell what direction it's coming from with the acoustics.

She's not going to try to find them right away, she's going to hold Catherine close and nurse her - she did get that working, right? - and dry off and warm up.

There's a coat rack in the foyer with an oversized blue cardigan abandoned on one of the hangers.  The cushions on the pews are in good condition, plush and comfortable.  The distant noise gets slightly louder after a point and changes to be more clearly music, though not in any style Rebecca's heard before.

She hums along a bit when she thinks she has the gist, but tentatively.

Someone clears her throat from a ways behind Rebecca, carrying a shallow basket full of programs.  "Good morning," she greets in a strange accent once Rebecca's had a chance to turn around.

"Good morning ma'am."

"You're a bit early for the service."

"Sorry, I'm, uh - lost?"

"This is a good place to find yourself.  What's troubling you?"

"...well an hour ago we were on a ship traveling to America."

The woman seems to expect there to be more to that sentence.  "And then . . . ?"

"...then we were in the weird fountain outside."

" - Oh!  Miraculously?"