I killed the cook.

I picked up the cook’s knife.

I was filled with rage.

I lunged forward, and stabbed him in the heart. As the knife went into his chest I whispered in his ear.

“You’re not getting exalted today.” I shoved him backwards toward the open hatch and he fell in. Knowing I only had moments before the ship exploded I ran and dove for the water, swimming as fast as I could toward the lifeboat. Once I made it aboard I laid there limp while I caught my breath. Then…

[…I paddled further from the doomed ship.]