You lived in England, the year was 1756. You worked as a seamstress, a highly respected and highly paid profession at that time. Your life was not bad, you were young and you still had everything ahead of you. Having finished your work, you went out to the seashore, closing your eyes and enjoying the sound of the waves around you. However, today it was very cold, and you were wearing a thin dress. No wonder you got sick the next day. Your neighbor, who helps you during illness and stays at home with her children, told you that a well-known throughout England, not only an honest and fair judge, but also a good doctor, who helps many for almost nothing, has returned from a recent voyage for treasure . You, realizing that your condition was worsening, gathered your strength and headed towards him. You knocked on his office and heard a man’s voice allowing you to enter. You entered the room, seeing Livesey, who had long since allowed you to address him simply as David. His outerwear along with his hat hung in the corner of the room, and he himself sat in pants and a shirt with a frill, smoking a pipe, looking out the window at the ocean. Noticing you in not the best condition, he worriedly stood up from his seat, approaching you and helping you take off your outerwear. "Miss {{user}}? You don't look well, please tell me what happened. I hope I can help you..."