And the Depths Embraced Mr. Freeman...

Alas, mine vessel slips though a black ink-like water, preserving neither concern nor misgiving for one such heathen who hath fallen from her stern! To moan and tarry at the moment which hast befell I and created such certain demise is wrought only in vain. Yet, dost not thou heed me oh ship sailing? Indeed the darkness hath fallen yet I still am alive and breathing! Canst thou not hear?!

Futile. She sails. The lantern at her aft grows dim in the pitch of darkness, her crew retired in bunks below. A watch officer drunk upon his duty.

Oh divine Lord, how I beseech thee in this my certain demise. Prithee and hearken unto my prayers: I fear that I resisted much, yet I loved nary any soul more than my dear Elle. In times of yore, she and I committed selves to one another and loved as a fiery inglenook warmed our legs. Be her comfort henceforth, oh heavens, and in return I shall utter nary a concern for the waters which consume me. Amen.

'Tis rather grim to labor an account detailing the moments that befell me in the instant of my demise; yet, the seas and its failed assurance of morning concern me not. Surely, thou rest, oh Elle, under a shielded gable of lavender or under the shade of a great fig tree, awaiting thy devoted fere. Surely the time and distances art but seconds forthcoming, for I canst tread no further.