It takes me a while to realise what's going on, and suddenly I'm sat wrapped in a blanket, the master-at-arms giving me a glass of brandy, when I come to my senses.
"This is completely unacceptable! What made you think you could rob my fiancée?" Finn is yelling at Brittany, whose eyes are trained on me. They think she was robbing me. I could just leave it at that, save my own skin, but something in her eyes makes me want to protect her. "Look at me, you filth!" He's grabbing Britt by her vest, pulling her right up to his face.
"Finn…" I start. He ignores me, and pushes her instead.
"What did you think you were doing!"
"Finn!" I try again, getting up from my seat. "Finn, stop! It was an accident."
"An accident?" He sounds confused, although it doesn't take much.
"It was! Stupid really" I'm making this story up off the top of my head, and I'm surprised they believe me. "I was leaning over the edge, and I slipped." They look at me for more explanation. "I was leaning far over to look at the…." Of course I would forget what they're called now. I start making spinning motions with my hand in a vain attempt to remember.
"The propellers?" Finn questions, raising an eyebrow.
"The propellers! And I slipped, and I would've gone over, had it not been for Miss Pierce here. She almost went over herself!"
"She wanted to see the propellers!" Finn laughs, looking round at the men as they join in. I smile, but inside I want to scream in his face.
"Like I said, women and machinery don't mix." That comes from the master-at-arms, and I hope they stop talking soon, or I'll be taking a running jump off the end of the boat. From the look on her face, I'd say Brittany would be joining me.
"Was that the way of it?" One of the ships officers asks Britt, and she nods in agreement.
"Well! The girls a hero then, good for you, love. Well done." Instead of replying, she just looks at me, face unreadable. "So, it's all's well and back to our brandy then!"
Finn rubs my arms as they unshackle Brittany. "Gosh, look at you, you must be freezing! Let's get you inside."
"Perhaps a little something for the girl?" This question comes from the master-at-arms, who's still standing nearby.
Finn looks put out by this. "Of course… Figgins? A twenty should do it."
I chuckle harshly. "Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?"
"Quinn's unhappy." He frowns to himself for a second. "I know." He approaches Brittany, slightly smirk on his lips. "Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow evening, to regale our group with your heroic tale!" I can tell he's being sarcastic, but Brittany either doesn't understand, or doesn't rise to it.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there." She smiles at him.
"Good, that's settled then." He looks like he had hoped she'd say no. "This should be interesting." I want to knock him off his high horse and into the water.

That night, I'm in my room readying myself for bed when there's a soft tap at my door. Finn enters without waiting for a reply.
"I know you've been sad lately, and I don't know why." I just watch him through the mirror with guarded eyes as he enters my room. "I intended to save this until the engagement gala next week. But I thought, why not tonight?" He's holding a case in his arms, and he opens the clasp on it, revealing a beautiful heart shaped necklace, with a massive stone inlayed.
"Good gracious!"
"Maybe it's a reminder of my feelings for you." He takes it from the case and fastens it round my neck. I rest my fingers on the cool stone.
"Is it a…" He cuts me off, looking smug.
"Diamond? Yes. 56 carats. It was worn by Louis XVI, and they called it Le Coeur de la Mer."
"The heart of the ocean." We say at the same time. "It's overwhelming."
"It's for Royalty, and we are that, Quinn." He moves to my side, crouching down to look up at me. "You know, there's nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I'd deny you, if you wouldn't deny me." He sighs a little, leaning on his arm. "Open your heart to me, Quinn." I just look in the mirror, staring at the necklace, feeling the weight of what he wants.