you were a rich woman, forced on a boat to the united states with your arranged fiancé. you were miserable, surrounded by gold, rubies, silver; but it could never mask the pain you felt everyday.

an argument with your fiancé was all it took to push you off the edge. you ran off, to the edge of the boat. you didn’t even think to take your expensive jewelry off before jumping. you looked down at the height of the boat, and out to the never ending edge of the cold atlantic, before you heard a voice behind you, a man.

“don’t jump…” he got a little closer, “i’m gonna get closer and you can hold onto me… don’t jump.” his voice gentle, as if he was trying not to scare you.