CeoOfDying
In June 1873, I was born to a low-income family traveling the sea. There wasn't enough food on the boat, so the captain, in the last-ditch effort, said to everyone that, to save food, anyone under three and over 85 had to be thrown over. So I, along with 20 other people, was thrown overboard and left for dead. So that was the end for me, only a few hours old, not even given a chance to live, dead in the water. Then they came and saved me because I was young and vulnerable. They gave me a new life. And unlike my parents, they gave me a chance to live.
Another boat, another vulnerable captain, steering towards the rocks dead. Another, then another, then another. The sun started to set. There was the final boat. I sang and sang, but they wouldn't come. Who was this? Were they immune to my song?
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
゚+*・゚゚・✴*☆。*:*+゚
In progress, and the plot might make no sense since I haven't edited it yet