My ship means everything to me. That’s what she had told me. That very first day, when she’d accepted my proposal. It was not just a vessel. It contained all her things. Her spiced human tea. Her clothes. Her memories. Her life. All of it. Gone. I had failed her. I had promised her that a marriage to me meant saving her ship. She’d married me. And now she had lost everything.
awwwww
