Shh, Have Faith....

Shrewsbury Lane,
Hertfordshire,
England.
Dearest John,
It is quite morbid to think the world will cave in upon me soon, but one must always remember that when one life ends a new one begins. The end is nigh, I fear, and my only regret is you. Not meeting you, you misunderstand, but leaving you before I said goodbye. I knew you would never let me be a sailor, being a girl, and no one else would either, but my passions lie with my future -which once was you.
   But alas, my future lay here at sea, not with you, where all hope was lost, for who would ever see us married me being the equivalent to a beggar (only four thousand a year your mamma once said). We were separated but I rather to think of it on our terms rather than theirs. I never quite explained to you why I left.
   Contrary to what you now believe, I left for love; only one love tied me to the earth and kept me from the sea: that was you. I portray you in a burdensome weight on my shoulders, but you were the opposite. You helped me be free, you made me feel light but your family and mine tore our idea of an Austen-ical union apart and I fled like the coward I am.
   The tremulous waves do crash against my cabin and the icy water from the Atlantic threatens to drown us, shipmates, as each knot passes through our hands on the log and line. Land is not there for us any more, but heaven is and eternal life shines upon us like the drops of sun we lack here,on stormy waters. Each storm promises light an so does ours. Shh, have faith in the grace of God.
   Howling winds do blow our masts to shreds and quite quickly, we lost our way. No chance of survival is left for us; the end to my world is near.
    You may ask why I should write such a letter;it would never reach you. You may be right but you lack faith, it always was your weakness. You see, in love there is strength, and our love ties us together in one of the most powerful strongholds. Wherever you go, may I be right beside you. When I pass between this world and the next, I will make sure to wait for you because then we will be reunited forever.
    There is truth in that you will never receive this letter on earth, but I believe in a higher power that will reunite us once more. For love triumphs all. I can hear my screaming shipmates above, fighting the trashing waves. An impending and inevitable doom rests over us, my cabin door has burst open with incoming water and I don't expect to survive it.
   John, oh dearest John, even though the water levels rise above my knee quickly, always remember that I