[ IP ] She took what she thought was her last breath , and sank slowly ...

The whaling boat was an old one. 
 
 The ancient iron behemoth creaked and groaned it's way out to sea and she could hear it even as she turned to face the darkness below and swam deeper. The engine's roar was fading away slowly. She'd seen a lot of things fade away. 
 
 No one had seen her slip out of the cabin, tip toe over the rusty, weathered iron and time her jump just right so that she would n't be pulled in the slipstream and caught up in the propeller. She'd tried something like that and that had n't killed her either. 
 
 She'd spent the last year trying to die again as she did a few times before in this century. And the last. And the one before that. 
 
 And now too many centuries had passed. Too much life had been lived. All she tried to do now was die. 
 
 Immortality had been a young girl's bargain borne of impossible luck. Now, she was old though she did n't look it, and unlucky though no one believed it. She was old and ready to die. 
 
 She swam deeper into the sea, breath long gone, hoping she was breathing her last. 
 
 Determined to wish for her death, she waited for her last breath.
