Rosalie was running along the deck, crying for what Edward and her mother said when she returned to her room. Saying that she was a lady and that she didn't need to throw a tantrum every few minutes. That she needed to get use to being a wife. Rosalie, of course, didn't like this. So, she just left without a word...her tears running down her cheeks. She ran past a couple, both having shocked faces at an emotional display in public.
Gabriel laid on one of the benches, her gaze towards the stars as a cigarette laid limp in her mouth. She was thinking about the blonde haired woman, wondering what her name was. Her green eyes trailed across the heavens, finding the many constellations that called the night sky home. That's when she heard something to her right. She turned her head, taking the cigarette out of her mouth, as she sees the blonde woman running up the stairs. It seems the woman was in a daze, for she didn't acknowledge Gabriel when she walked past her.
Without thinking, Gabriel got up and ran after the blonde, tossing the cigarette out into the ocean. She finds the blonde out over the railing, her arms are gripping the railing. The wind makes the blonde's hair and dress blow wildly. All the Gabriel could here was the ocean rippling below the ship, and the sobs of the blonde angel. The blonde looks about ready to jump, to end her life. Gabriel rushes forward, gripping the railing.
"Don't do it." Gabriel said, taking the blonde off guard. The blonde whips her head towards Gabriel. "Stay back!" She yelled. "Don't come any closer." She said. Gabriel shakes her head, offering her hand out towards the blonde. "Take my hand. I'll pull you back in." She offers, hoping that the blonde would accept the gesture. The blonde shakes her head, "No! Stay where you are, or I'll let go." She says. "I mean it!" "My name's Gabriel, what's yours?" She asks. The blonde looks down at the ocean, "Rosalie."
"Rosalie." Gabriel says, testing the name on her lips. "You won't jump." Gabriel said. Rosalie glared at the redhead, "What are you talking about?" She asked. "You can't just presume that I will or won't jump. You don't know anything about me." Gabriel nodded, "That might be true, but if you wanted to jump then you would've done it already." She said. "Now, please. Take my hand." Gabriel pleaded. Rosalie shook her head, "Go away. You're distracting me." Rosalie said, dismissing the help from Gabriel.
Gabriel shook her head, "I'm involved now, so I can't. If you let go, I'll have to jump in after you." Gabriel said, glaring at Rosalie. Rosalie looked shocked, "Don't be absurd! You'll be killed." Rosalie said. Gabriel smirked and took off her jacket, "I'm a good swimmer." She said. She set her boot on the railing and started to untie the laces. "The fall alone would kill you." Rosalie said, trying to make this woman see reason. Gabriel shrugged, "It would hurt, no doubt about that. But, I'm a bit more concerned with how cold the water will be." She said. Rosalie looked down, "How cold?" She asked. Gabriel shrugged, taking off her boot and worked on the other one. "I'd say, freezing maybe. Or, a couple of degrees over."
"You're crazy!" Rosalie yelled. Gabriel nodded, "That's what a lot of people keep telling me. But, with all due respect, I'm not the one hanging off the side of a ship." Gabriel pointed out. She moved, cautiously, towards Rosalie. "Come on. You don't want to do this, just give me your hand." Gabriel pleaded. Rosalie stared into Gabriel's eyes and for some reason, wanted to know this madwoman better. "Okay." Rosalie says, taking Gabriel's offered hand. "My name's Gabriel Swan." Gabriel says offhandedly. "Gabriel?" Rosalie questions. Gabriel chuckles, "I'll tell it to you later." She says.
Rosalie turns to ship, climbing over the railing. Somehow, her dress got in the way and messed with her footing. One foot stepped off of the deck, and Rosalie started to scream at the top of her lungs. Gabriel grips her hand tightly, and Rosalie barely manages to grip a lower rail with her free hand. "HELP! HELP!" Rosalie yells, which grabs the attention of the Quarter Master. "I've got you. I won't let go." Gabriel says, trying to pull the blonde up. Gabriel braces her feet on the rail and heaves, with all of her might. She grabs at what she can and manages to bring Rosalie over the railing, and crashing into herself.
"What the bloody hell is going on?!" The Quarter Master yelled, having slid down the ladder. He runs up and pulls Gabriel off of Rosalie, revealing the blonde in distress and crying on the deck floor. Her dress was torn, the hem pushed above her knees. He starts to make his own mind up and turns towards Gabriel, but stops cold when he sees the redhead is a woman. He glares at her, "Don't you move an inch." He tells the redhead.
A few minutes later, Gabriel is in cuffs and standing next to the Master at Arms, closest thing to a cop on the ship.
Edward was fuming in Gabriel's face, having heard of the commotion. He had rushed to his fiancee, his manservant right behind him. "I don't care that your bloody woman. What makes you, a lowly peasant and filth, think you can put your hands on my fiancee?" Edward asked the boyish looking woman. Gabriel just glared at Edward, having had this come about her before. It doesn't matter what she says, she's a peasant and a woman. No one would ever believe her story. So, she just stays quite and takes the punishment that the higher class sees fit.
"Edward, stop!" Rosalie yelled. "It was an accident." She says. Edward looks at Rosalie, "An accident?" He asks, skeptic. Rosalie nodded, "It was...stupid. I was leaning over the railing, wanting to see the propellers. I slipped though, and thought that I was going to fall into the water. But, Miss Swan here saved me and almost went over herself." She said, looking at Gabriel in the eye. "You wanted to see the propellers?" Edward asked. Rosalie nodded and shrugged. The master at arms glared at Gabriel, "Is this true?" He asked. Gabriel nodded, "That's pretty much it." She said.
Gabriel got uncuffed and the Master at Arms left.
Edward hugged Rosalie, "Let's get you inside, you're freezing." He said, leaving without a second thought to Gabriel. His manservant whispered, "Perhaps a little something for the miss?" He suggested. Edward nodded, "A twenty should do." He said, not really caring. Rosalie stepped out of Edwards grasp, "Is that the going rate for saving the woman that you love?" She asked.
Edward sighs and turns, looking at Gabriel. Taking in her unkempt clothes and then smiled. "How about you join us for dinner tomorrow?" He asked. "Tell the group of your heroic tale of saving Rosalie?" Gabriel shrugged and looked at Rosalie, "Sure. Count me in." Edward nodded, "Good. It's settled then." He wraps his arm around Rosalie's shoulder, in a protective gesture, and walks away.
As Rosalie undressed for bed, she sees Edward standing in the doorway. His reflection cast in the mirror. He walks up behind her and hands her a large, black jewel case from behind his back. She takes it, numbly. "I had intended to give this to you next week, during out engagement party. But, I figured that I'd give it to you now. To remind you of the feelings that I have for you." Edward says.
Rosalie opens the box, and inside is a necklace. A malevolent blue stone sat in the middle of a silver base. "My god..Edward, is this?" She asks. Edward nods, "Diamond. Yes, fifty six carats." He takes the necklace and places it around Rosalie's neck. He smiles, "Perfect." He says. He leans in and kisses Rosalie. And, she complies. Just for the night.