I'm new at this so don't shoot me. I don't own any of the characters or titles. I'm not that much of a genius.

As I sat on the ship deck with Fabri, a Scottish fellow introduced himself to us. His name was Tommy Ryan, or so he said.

I bummed a cigarette off of Tommy as I sat down on the bench. I lit the cigarette with a match from a box of matches hidden in my jacket pocket. I was sketching the horizon in my portfolio as I felt my heart flutter. For some reason my knees began to grow weak even thought my body was resting on the bench underneath me. My heart was begging for me to bring my gaze upwards, but my mind was telling me no. My mind

screamed, " Don't I'm afraid." Truly I was scared, but I also had a hint of hope in me. That if I looked up I would see Rose.

Rose. I didn't even know her, but she's the lady of my dreams. The brightener of my nightmares. My angel.

I brought my gaze up slightly, and I fell into a state of calmness. The world around me faded away as I deepened my stare. I felt a connection as I stared into her eyes. It was like I knew her. It was her...

In the morning I woke up and had tea with Cal. I had to act as though he were already married to satisfy him. And that was all I ever did to satisfy him, never anything more.

"I'm not a foremen in one of your mills that you can command! I am your fiancee." I managed to belt out.

Cal's face started to redden. I knew that I was about to receive a horrible lecture or a slap across the face.

" Fiancee, my fiancee, yes you are! And my wife! My wife in practice, if not yet by law, so you will honor me. The way a wife is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made out a fool, Rose! Is this anyway unclear?"

I was afraid to speak. I thought if I did that he would surely beat me, and I didn't want that to happen to me anymore.

I simply shook my head softly and answered. "No."

Before I bursted from frustration I politely excused myself from breakfast with Cal. I walked out to the rear of the boat, and held onto the railing as I stared out into the horizon.

As I was standing there my heart seemed to skip a beat. My head started to spin as I began to lose my balance, but I regained it quickly. I wondered what was going on with my body, especially my heart.

My gaze seemed to drift over to a man daydreaming on a near by bench. He was taking a drag from his cigarette as he drew in his portfolio. I had no idea what he was sketching, but I guessed it was the sun above the horizon and the water underneath reflecting the sun. It was an amazing view to witness, and I don't mean the sunrise.

His hair was blond and strands of his hair fell in his face as he worked away on his drawing. His eyes were a shade of shockingly electric blue that I had never seen before. I could see the concentration gleam in his eyes. I wanted to know the story that his eyes would unlock. I kept studying his behaviors and as I was doing so his gaze met mine, and I blushed immensely. Did we have the same dream? Does he know my name like I know his? I saw a smile creep across his face. That smile brought more happiness to my heart then Cal ever has. Yes I think so. I really do.

She stood there with such pose and posture, it was an amazing sight to see. She had such grace like a swan on some lakes glistening water. Her eyes glimmered like a diamond, only green. They reflected a hint of frustration maybe even sadness. I wanted to know her story, her life story.

When I glanced back up she was gazing upon me as she studied me. I can't say anything. I was just doing the same to her. Noticing this I started to blush uncontrollably as did she. A sweet smile was plastered across my face. It brought a smirk to her lips as she saw my smile, but it quickly ended as a gentleman in a fancy suit appeared behind her and ripped her from my gaze. Who was he? Rose. Was she already in love? Am I already doomed to be without her? I haven't even met her. Only in my dreams...

I daydreamed of embracing her with arms wrapped around her waist tight as my lips cascaded down on her cheeks. Then I'd imagine my lips moving from her cheek to her lips as I placed a soft yet gentle kiss upon her ruby red lips.

I was stuck with my lips poked out when I snapped back to reality. My friends were staring at me like I had lost all of my sense I had gained over the years.

" What can't a guy daydream?" I exclaimed as I brought my lips back together tightly.

" uh a si." Fabri commented.

Tommy just shook his head like he was disappointed in me. But why?

"Ah, forget it, boyo. You're as like to have angels fly out your arse as get next to the likes of her. "

I could never have her? I'm a member of the third class or what royalty would call a gutter rat or trash? I am more of a gentleman that the man who pulled her away from me. She wasn't really with me to being with. I wish she was. Why did she walk into my life? Am I so lucky or damned to hell?