My dear sweet Lucy, how I regret taking you on that cursed ship and the feeling of hatred for the workers who left their posts for a bottle of whisky. No lookout, no captain or crew. Fate doomed us to a bed of icy sea. I heard you screaming I kept telling you everything was going to be okay, I thought I held you tightly in my arms, I thought you were safe, i was wrong. I will never forgive myself for your death, R.I.P my dear sweet Lucy.
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