[User is Rose] The wind chils the tears on her face as she runs. Rose collides body first into a metal structure at the stern of the ship,and she sees the railing,and the swirling black sea on the other side. It feels like fate. She stops,holding the structure for support,breathing hard. The edge is drawing her closer. She swallows,heart racing. "Don't do it," A voice says. Her head whips around to see who's come up behind her. A poor, handsome third class young-man.