We all watched intently as the ship crept over the horizon. The frightened breathing and the desperate beating of our hearts as they pump blood through our veins at rapid paces, were the only sounds we heard. The closer the ship got the less I breathed.
        "So this is it." I sighed. Breaking the eerie silence.
        "Yeah." Max responded.
        "To be honest I'm not scared."
        "Me neither."
       "They say that staring in the face of death does that to you.," E stated. "That you're not scared. That it doesn't hurt. That for the first time in your life you're at peace because you know that soon there won't be anything to stress about. The only reason people don't want to die is because of there hopes and dreams. Or someone they love. None of that matters when you're about to die. I never really believed it until now."
       "Now it seems like the easiest thing to believe that I've ever heard." Sam responded.
        We all sat and watched the ship approach us. We sat there for an hour and none of us really noticed when it started snowing.
        Eventually the ship was almost to shore. That was the moment that I felt more relaxed than I thought possible. At the same time though I was panicking in my head.
        "You know people say that you know it's your time to die because you begin to regret the things you didn't do or say. Instead of the things you did. I don't regret anything though." Am stated breaking the silence.
        "Then maybe it isn't your time." Sam responded.
        "I regret things. I regret coming here." E added.
        "Why?" I asked. Kind of offended.
        "Because if I went somewhere else you guy's wouldn't be risking your lives because of my mistakes. Or if I didn't come back when I tried to leave the first time. Now you guys might die and it's all my fault."
        We sat quietly and thought about what E had said. In a way he was right but I guess it just depends on how far back you trace the line. If you go back far enough you could probably blame it on Adam and Eve. We also thought about what was about to happen to us. We were afraid.
        I shuddered as I watched the ship crash into the mud. I stared intently through the snow as the guards piled off the ship. Their old, poorly crafted, armer rubbed together to create the worst sound I have ever heard.
        This was it. That was my last moment of selfish guilt, as I begged God to let E die instead of Am, Sam, or Max. Then I hopped even more that it worked. Max and I were the only ones who knew that this was what I was thinking at that moment, and neither one of us felt bad about it.