Jessica's POV The water parted, as if it was welcoming my arrival. I barely had a chance to inhale what would be my last breath in this life before my head was submerged under the roaring waves. My eyes stung as the salty water completely surrounded me. As the chains dragged me lower and lower it picked up its pace as if they had locked on to their destination and new life had been blessed upon them. Night seemed to fall in a matter of seconds as the sea claimed the light, the translucent blue water now a monstrosity. As the light began to disappear, so did the laughs of the girls above. They would get their meals tonight. After our last “sightseeing trip” the captain, Kwon Yuri had been informed of her bad luck in having fully consenting females on board a ship. The crew had been wary of me for days afterwards. It was only last night that I overheard the captain telling several of her men that the only way to rid a crew of its bad luck was to kill the source. So, of course, they took the stereotypical path of executing me. I fought back, obvious from my bloodied shirt, but it was worthless. If I hadn’t hesitated at the one person I thought would show some sense of sympathy, I probably would have made it to the small boat. The bastard gave me her puppy eyes; the ones that say “I don’t want to do this and I won’t. I’ll give you my music box if you promise not to stick a knife in my trachea. Pinkie promise?” And so, like the fool that I am I backed off. I will never forget the smirk on her face. Screw you Kwon Yuri. The pressure of the water is beginning to have an effect on my thoughts. The darkness has now swallowed me whole. My lungs are threatening to rip from my thorax and my arms flailed clumsily as if trying to grab hold of some form of oxygen. There is no point on lamenting on the betrayal of men who I once considered my closest allies. I’m not going to spend my last minutes alive mentally calling a ship full of girls the tiest to have ever pussied around on this ty excuse of a planet. No, if I am going to die, I will think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts condensed into a minute. A miniature happy hour, with less alcohol and more confusion. The salt is starting to get to me. I think I gulped by accident. I wonder what my sister is doing, Krystal. Last I had seen of her she was fighting her way into nursing. The girl is doing pretty well for herself. That’s who I should have been – a person who wants to bring knowledge into this world with her gifted mind, not a scoundrel who kills for scraps. I do wish I had seen my brother again. Yunho-oppa; just a few minutes to clear the air would cool my burnt soul. I shall spare myself the thought of my parents – all they were good for was scare-mongering and insulting jabs at the path I took. No help was offered to me, mainly because I refused to accept that my brother was the strongest and wisest of the siblings. He did no harm but at the same time did not defend me, just my sister. Perhaps he was correct to do that though. Perhaps my venom was spat in the wrong direction. The rest of