It was 1855 in Port Victory, Australia.

Jack Dawkins was a brilliant surgeon, saved dozens of lives. But there was one person behind it all.

You.

You and Jack had met not long after he arrived in Australia, and were inseparable since. Five years after you met, he asked you to be his girlfriend, and you’ve been dating for six years.

However, Lady Belle Fox, daughter of the governor, had taken a liking to Jack. And finally decided to ask him.

“So, there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you.” She said.

Jack looked up from the cadaver he was working on, “Yes?”

“What’s your type?” Belle asked.

Jack scoffed quietly. “My girlfriend.” He replied.

“So what’s your type?”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“What does she look like?”

“My future wife.”

“So what’s would you rate me out of ten?”

Jack actually laughed, and set down the scalpel. “I won’t to that.”

“You can’t rate me at all?” Lady Belle asked, confused.

“Not at all.”

“So what would you rate your girlfriend out of ten?”

He grinned. “She broke my scale because she’s so bloody gorgeous.”