Thunder rumbled through the grey clouds as the downpour worsened. Lightning streaked past. The waters splashed heavily, turmolous as they tossed the vessel about. Ada and the crew stumbled around the deck, their boots sliding over water as the vessel shifted.

  Ada held onto the railing, the nipping wind holding her captive.  The waves rose up again, she ducked slightly narrowly missing the onslaught of blue-green water. She stood on shaky legs, moving as fast as possible away from the railings as the ship began to tilt dangerously to the right.

"Jane, come on." Cain shouted from where he stood with the others at the main mast, they all held it tightly, almost loosing their grip with the erratic shaking of the ship and the sloshing water below them. Ada creeped forward, her back flat on the wall of the upper deck. Her heart thundered loud in her cage, mixing with the turmoil of chaos around them. She slipped, her heart in her throat. She wracked, her hands flailing as the ship tipped to the left.

  She felt a hand grab onto her, jerking out of her panicked state. She gulped looking up to see, a grey haired man holding her tightly while he still held them both of them to the mast. The hostage's mind pulsed with memories of love revealing that she was the father of the hostage. Her body trembled as the man pulled her in, allowing her to be once again among the huddle.

  By doing so, he lost his grip slightly.  He fell away, his hands leaving the wooden surface of the mast. Ada reached out to hold onto the man's hand, as the ship tipped again, the sea eagerly waiting for his arrival. She grabbed him, his large hands clamped around hers. The man's green eyes met Ada's now blue ones, they teared up as she tried to tighten her grip.

"It's not worth it." The memories of the hostage pulsed with a love that Ada knew not, although the Woman was considered by all the girls as their mother, she was more creator than a mother. An...