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Somewhere Beyond

The evening sky brought a chill with it. The stars shone brightly in the night like cold hard diamonds at the bottom of a mine shaft. On a clear night like tonight, you could see forever.

Up on the deck, Mags leaned against the railing and looked out over the ocean. She felt as if something wasn't quite right, but she couldn't put the feeling on it. She had felt this way for the past year. She had attributed it to growing older.

"Margaret," her nanny called.

"Yes, ma'am?" Mags said as she turned to face her. 

"A young lady out here unescorted is asking for trouble," her nanny scolded. "Besides, you'll catch your cold out here." 

Maggie let out a sigh.

"Your father is looking for you, young lady."

Mags nodded. Frank Bellows wasn't her father, he was her legal guardian. But she loved him like a father, and he treated her like the daughter he had always wanted. She couldn't remember much of her childhood; it was presumed that she had survived a horrendous fall of some sort.

She was heading inside with her nanny, when she heard the clang of a bell overhead and then someone yelled from the crows nest, "Iceberg. Dead Ahead!"