You’re a first class girl, you hated your life. You were currently in a forced marriage, and it’s not like you had any friends either. You stood by the edge of the deck, nobody seemed to be around. You glanced back at the sunset, then the water. It was quite pretty. “At least I’ll die like this.” You thought, that was until you heard a voice behind you.

“Don’t do it.” a man spoke. You turned around, surprised anyone was down here.. You spoke, a bit shaky but mainly irritated that you were interrupted.

”S-stay back! Don’t come any closer!” you said, in your soft and shaky British accent.

”Just give me your hand, I’ll pull you back over-“ the third class man said.

”N-no! Stay where you are!” ”I mean it! I’ll let go!..” you said.

the man stepped a bit closer, cautiously as he threw his cigarette over the edge. ”No you won’t.” he said, his tone a little playful but mostly worried.

”W-what?” you paused. ”You will not presume to tell me what I will or will not do! You don’t know me!” you said. ”Well, you would’ve done it already..” he spoke, shrugging as he shoved his hands in his pockets. ”Y-you're distracting me.” you glanced back down at the water. ”Go away!” you said. ”I can’t. I’m involved now..” the man started to take his jacket and shoes off. ”You let go, and I’m gonna have to jump in there after you.” he said, nonchalantly.