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Estelle had locked herself in her cabin almost three days ago, and every hour became more terrifying than the last. She could not wrap her head around how she got in this predicament and that made her feel even more powerless. There was nothing she could do but try and wait for someone to help her, but the ship was far from land and Estelle felt rescue was unlikely. She was stuck in a spot between resourceful survivalist and complacent realist. If only her Arnold hadn't succumbed she might have had more desire to go on. She turned her head towards the door. More aimless shuffling down the hall. More moaning. At least the screaming seemed to

    Not so long ago, there lived a man of unremarkable birth.  He never viewed himself as handsome or particularly outgoing; he let the ways of society pass him by while he pursued his passions—knowledge and creativity.  Hard-working and carving out a life of sufficient financial means, he enjoyed the little things in life that most people took for granted—blue skies, thunderstorms that turned into rainbows, evenings spent in the country stargazing at the field of lights blanketing the night sky—the conventional enjoyments never really brought him much pleasure.    His uniqueness earned him few friends, but they were close