Slowly, she stepped up to the edge of the ship. There was fire in her eyes, and fear in her heart. She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering courage. She opened them. Before her spanned the vast ocean, dark and blue and unknown.
Below her -- far, far below her -- she could hear the waves foaming and frothing against the ship's massive body. She wanted to see them, to marvel at the power of their beauty and force, but she was afraid. She'd never had the best sense of balance, and the angle of the hull was a precarious one. She could fall in. She probably would.
So she stayed there for a few moments more, wondering, imagining, hoping to ready herself, steady herself, to take that chance and look over the edge, and perhaps to see eternity.
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