The night air is chilly, the bench beneath me hard and unforgiving but I don't mind the physical pain helps me to forget the ache in my heart. As I gaze up at the starry sky my hazel eyes fill with tears blurring the sight, a small sigh escapes my lips and is visible in the frigid air. A soft breeze blow across the deck causing a few loose pieces of my dark ebony hair to dance about my face. Another sigh escapes me and hangs in the air above my face as I think back on what happened earlier tonight. Why, no /how/ could he do that to me? Another tear slips out and trickles down my pale cheek as I remember. I thought we were family, I'm his /sister/. How could he choose her over me? He's only known her since we boarded this bloody ship, yet he acts as if they've been married for ages the way he dotes on her and puts her first.

A shiver runs up my spine as a stronger breeze blows across the deck, more of my hair is freed to dance about my face. When another breeze blow across my exposed arms I decide to go grab my jacket from my room, I should have brought it with me to begin with but I was just so angry that I stormed off without it. The gown I have on is appropriate for the dinner party I attended earlier tonight, but not for lazing about on the ships deck. I slowly sit up and stretch my arms over my head, as I stretch I hear a few pops from my spine. Just as I get to my feet the ship lurches and I fall to the deck. Wincing as my elbow hits the icy deck I stand up again, trembling I head towards the starboard deck to get back to my room. 

As I get closer to the set of double doors that will lead me down to the rooms I share with my brother I notice that there are chunks of ice of all sizes littering the deck near the railing. There are some men over there too, kicking some of the larger pieces of ice as if they were footballs. Immediately I look about for someone that is a part of the crew, my brother says that I'm not to talk to strangers on the ship but if I have a question to find someone that is part of the crew for help. I refuse to ask the men kicking the ice around about what happened, even with out the rule about no speaking to strangers I wouldn't ask them. I'm only twelve years old, I'm not stupid enough to try and get my self injured or kidnapped. 

Another shiver runs up my spine as I notice the large iceberg we are floating past. I look from it to the ice on the deck and back again, suddenly something clicks in my head. Something is terribly wrong and there is nothing anyone can do to stop what is going to happen.

My name is Síofra (SHEE fra) O'Connell and this is my story.