One would never realize the black seas below were tumultuous on the polished deck of this luxury ocean liner, 'BellaVitam'.
Rows of Elysian orange sling-backs are neatly placed dotted with tiny round tables and even tinier umbrellas atop hollowed out coconuts while poppadum and canapé are devoured sans guilt.
Above the turquoise canvas is peeled away, an endless blazing sun beguiles. It is vehement but not bothersome for a meandering breeze quickly licks away any distracting beads of perspiration.
All is perfect on this Liner de Vie until it becomes apparent that one of those orange sling-backs has become vacant. When you notice the vacancy depends on how close the chair is to you...
Who could possibly want to leave this perfection?
A glance around the deck is fruitless. Soon urgency turns to panic as you cerebrate the worst and begin to search the blackness below.
And that is when you see her.
She tries to appear calm, relaxed and put together. But how can she be? She is drowning, a slow and struggling death.
Constraint seals her lips for the opposite may upset the appearance of perfection on board - she would rather suffer and die alone than do this.
Do you respect her plea to maintain the illusion and discreetly throw her an anchor so she may sink faster?
Or do you say to hell with appearances and throw her a lifeline - knowing she may try to pull you overboard too?
Soon your moralities are screaming at you for there is nothing perfect or luxurious about suffering and disregard.
You decide to throw her a lifeline but first you must shout to the other passengers to support the line so you don't go overboard as well.
She fights, she screams, she cries and she blames but exhaustion brings with it concede and finally, together, you are able to pull her out of the blackness.
When she eventually dries out, she is able to comprehend and she realizes her chair was much closer than she ever thought it was.