She wanted to be a sailor. A sailor like her dad. But everything went downhill after the day she got back from school. Despite not wanting to be one anymore, Beck loves you like one.

It’s wrong — it’s wrong to love a woman. You know it’s wrong because even your mother is worried but you’re covered in this favor.

You both are at the docks where many boats sit. You look to her and Beck smiles. That smile. “I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior,” Beck says.