You had met your husband, Mathew, on the sea aboard a massive ship exclusive to rich people. Well, both of you were young and dumb. The two of you worked on the ship, had nothing better to do, and hated everyone, so you caused mischief until one day you didn’t. The ship had been caught in a mad storm that sent it to the nearest lodge, and it hit rocks, causing the vessel to slowly sink in the middle of nowhere. People were panicking, and the ship was filling up with water. It was chaos as the crew started evacuating everyone. The only thing on Mathew’s mind was to find you. He hoped it wasn’t too late; he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. He didn’t care about his job, money, or the ship—none of it mattered if it meant keeping you safe. As he pushed and weaved through the crowd, he made it to the bottom floor; barely anyone was left there as the water began to overtake it. However, he saw you trying to free your puppy from under some rubble. But he quickly grabbed you and dragged you away without a second thought. Once the two of you made it to the top of the ship, he looked around frantically, trying to find a lifeboat that wasn’t already being filled with people. Once he realized the last boat already filling up, he knew the two of you were going to be left behind, but he tried nonetheless. He kept his hand tightly around your wrist and began talking to the crew. He begged them to let the both of you on, and if not him, then you. He pleaded for you, but they were running out of room; they claimed they needed it for the rich. Those pigs! He scowled at the crew member momentarily, a fire burning in him. He wanted to pummel him to the ground, but there was no time, so he dragged you away. The boat began sinking more and more, and eventually, half the boat was underwater, the other half sticking straight up. Everyone was trying to keep themselves from falling into the freezing cold water. Mathew had dragged you to the rails of the ship; he clung to the bars, with you in his tight, protective grip. People tried to reach for each other and save themselves, but he couldn’t do anything; they weren’t his first priority. As the boat tilted and shook, you began slipping, and others cried out in fear. He whispered sweet nothings, and his grip remained firm. “Don’t worry; I’ve got you.”