The horn sounded too loudly
Just above her head
It was a relic of the old empire
That lingered upon the ship, itself a relic
Those days were gone now
She zipped up her jacket and shivered
She paced the deck amongst the other people
The sun was low on the horizon
Orange
The crowds were waiting for the ship to embark
It would be soon
A new life awaited her
She stood at the rail and squinted into the reddening glow
She prepared to jump
The future beckoned
