You get out of the coach you've arrived in, the cool breeze blowing through your hair. You lift your hat to gaze up at the ship. It was huge, majestic, and strong. You admire it.

"Hurry on, darling, we don't have all day," says Chris Hemsworth. You extend your hand out to your fiancé. You're about to embark on a journey overseas back to America. You step on board.

Right across from the ship, in the bar, there was a game of poker going on between four men, with tickets to the ship for play. There were two men from Italy, where the boat was docked, and a pair, one a blonde from America, and the other a dashing British man with light brown hair. The two Italians laid down a straight, and a pair. "Uh, Tom, they have pretty good hands… are you sure about this?" asked the American, who's name was Chris Evans. "I know what I'm doing, Chris," said the British man, whose name was Tom Hiddleston. And he laid down a full house. They got up, high fived, and cheered. They looked at the time. Five minutes until the ship left! They grabbed their coats, and ran for it. They got on just in time. The ship's whistle sounded.

The ship's loud, booming whistle sounded. Captain Downey Jr. stood at the helm. His navigator, a crewman on the ship named Barton, entered the little room behind him. "Impressive ship," he said. "I agree Barton, I agree," said the Captain, staring out at the sea proudly.

"Oh man! You totally showed those guys!" said Chris as he got on board with Tom . "It was a bit of fun, wasn't it?" said Tom, smiling.

About three hours later, the ship was out in open water, and night had fallen. Tom was lying on the bench, staring up at the stars intently. Just then, his gaze averted from the night sky over to the observation deck, where a beautiful, distressed young woman, you, were standing, staring out to sea. "What's the matter?" a voice emerged from behind you. You quickly whip around, to find yourself face to face with the most handsome man you had ever seen.

"What?" he asked with a smile. You must have been staring longer than you thought. "Nothing," you say. "I didn't mean to startle you, you just looked sad. Is something wrong?" he asked. You stand there thinking for a second. "No, and even if there was, I wouldn't tell you." "Why not?" You look stricken by the question. "Well… uh… it wouldn't be proper!" "I don't mind." "Why am I even talking to you? Please leave!" you say, frowning. He waits for a moment. "Are you sure you want me to leave? You look like you need someone to talk to." He lifts an eyebrow. You give in. "It's just… I'm set to be married the instant we get back to America from this voyage," you say as you two walk along the deck, "and don't get me wrong, my fiancé, he's very good looking, very wealthy, but… I don't know…" "You don't love him," he finished. "What kind of presumptuous statement is that? How dare you?!" You say. He lifts his eyebrow again. You sigh. "No…I guess I don't." "What are you going to do about it?" "Well, that's the thing. I don't know what to do. My whole family loves this guy, and they wouldn't know what to think if I said I didn't love him. Especially my sister, Scarlett. She's so prim and proper, she'd pack me up and ship me off to a nut farm! I mean… mental facility…" "But you can't help your feelings! Would you rather live in hope of death, the only means of escaping the dull life you're locked into, or live the daring dream of love, always in suspense of your next adventure?" The way he says 'adventure' is so tempting a thought. "I'm afraid there's no such thing as adventure for me," you say. "There's always the possibility." He whispers. "Goodnight." He walks back down to his bench, and you leave for your suite. You can't shake the feeling that man just gave you. You didn't even get his name! He made you feel like everything was going to be okay, that- "Darling?" your thoughts are interrupted. Chris Hemsworth comes out of the bathroom. "How does my suit look?" "Oh, perfect, just wonderful!" You answer absentmindedly. He looks as you. "Are you wearing that to the banquet?" The banquet! It completely escaped your mind! "Oh my, I'm afraid I don't feel very well…" you lie. "But you can't miss this! This is the welcoming banquet, where we are to reveal our engagement!" That actually made you sick to your stomach. "Oh, darling, can't it wait? I feel simply horrible!" you say. He had on a look of annoyance. "You may stay here for tonight, but tomorrow, I wish to attend a dinner with my wife to be," he said, getting ready. He stopped buttoning up his jacket. "Where were you?" he asked. "Out looking at the stars." "Quite a long time to be staring at beads of white against black." "I find them romantic." You say. He looks at you, trying to understand. "No matter. Rest well." He leaves, and shuts the door behind him. Finally! You think. As you prepare for bed, get into it, and close your eyes, you can hear that man's words echoing in your mind. "There's always the possibility…"