• A woman stands on a cliff overlooking her old Irish home. Tears fall from her cheeks in lament remembrance. Her lover on a voyage he went, a fisherman's quest of sorts. A gale rose up to meed them the night the left the bay.
    Persevered they did, only to be graced by the likes of a rogue wave. In its wake were only pale bodies to take. A week later, on the news, did she learn of her lover's fate.
    Though his body was not to be had in the coroner's crate, they assumed it to be lost with the ship, due to that ungodly wave.
    A few years past, many tears and tissues hence. She had moved on, only coming to her old home to pay it her one last respect. A few more tears pass, one more tissue used. It was then that she decides to forget that old bit of news.
    A car pulls up, that of the local sheriff's. a man steps out as the engine shuts off. She holds up her hand the wedding ring still adorned upon it. "I told you already...I'm Still taken..." The man's voice rolls out smooth and clear, his warm breath creating falling clouds of steam in the winter air. "You're still mine that's good to know..." Confused she turns around to see her lover's smile aimed up at her from the long lost man below.