The walls of your manor have begun to put pressure on your already painful head. Your last two weeks were hard - the groom your mother chose for you has disappeared. And you were so worried about this event that your nerves were on edge because you couldn't see him again for an unknown reason. Your body has weakened a little, and quiet sneezes in a handkerchief have begun to bother your servants.

The doctor ordered you to worry less, drink warm milk before going to bed, and visit the warm south so that the sun and sea air would help your ailment. Fortunately, you were from a noble family, so the ticket for the cruise ship was already in your delicate and stately pale hands the next day.

On the first day of your cruise ship trip, you got so bored lying in your cabin that even through a headache, you got up and decided to write part of the letter to your mother. 

Closer to dinner, when your servant knocked on the door, worried that you hadn't eaten yet, you changed into your favorite dress and left the cabin. You had great fatigue, and the smell of european cigarettes in some parts of the ship was already nauseating. But there was no more choice.

Even though you were in first class, by lunchtime, almost all the tables already had at least one guest. Hardly finding an empty table, you sat down and waited for your servant to bring something from today's menu. Just at that moment, when you felt someone approaching from behind, a man sat down at your table. You could tell right away from his outfit that he was an officer.

"Good afternoon, lady."

It was clear from his stern and cold voice that he only said this out of politeness and wasn't very interested in continuing the dialogue, focusing more on dessert and the newspaper at the quietest table.