I booked the cruise with great weather in mind. And for the first few days at sea, it was paradise. The sunny Caribbean weather held great promise for the holiday ahead.
A good omen was on the horizon in the proposal department, which I had planned to the minutest detail,
and when I finally gathered the courage to see it through the weather changed and rain clouds darkened that horizon. Was it a bad omen? Not in my book.
All I knew was that if I didn't do it then, I would lose my nerve and I had to proceed while bravery was still present within me.
So, there we were on deck, sitting across from each other, enjoying a morning coffee when the weather turned sour, the sun disappeared,
and the sea began to grow choppy as the rain began to pelt down, and all as I was about to make the move of a lifetime.
I was halfway down on one knee when the lightning struck and Hannah's gaze turned away from me in its direction. I produced the ring, 24 karat, diamond.
I spent six months' salary on the extravagance. That's what she deserved, nothing less would do for the love of my life.
I completed my kneel amidst the storm, presented the ring, and took her hand. She tore her eyes away from the terrifying lightning towards me.
The sea was really choppy, up and down we went, in all directions. But I knelt steadfast, as the waves crashed against the ship and rain assaulted my face.
'Will you marry me, Hannah.' I roared.
''Are you mental?' Hannah screamed, 'definitely not.'
I could hardly hear her response. I didn't know whether she said yes or no, all I knew was that the sickness had caught hold of me with the sudden and erratic rise and fall of the sea.
I couldn't contain it any longer. The contents of my stomach rose and splattered all across Hannah's face. To add further woe to proceedings, I dropped the bloody ring.
Seven thousand euro's worth of a diamond ring is now buried at the bottom of the ocean, along with my dream of Hannah ever saying yes.
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