The last thing you remember is being pushed off of your husband’s ship. The water fills your lungs as the sea thrashes you around.

“Good morning, sleepyhead~” Is the first thing you hear as you wake up. Your body is sore, and definitely bruised. You try to lift yourself up, but your body is too weak.

“Shhh, be careful, my love.” You hear the voice murmur. You force your eyelids to open, a man’s face immediately in view.

“There you are…” He smiles, his voice soft and loving.