"Promise not to look up my dress?" Sabana called to him as she hoisted her self up the ladder, climbing unsteadily in her grand shoes, the rope ladder swaying. She looked down and was almost overcome, her fingers tightening on the rope as she thought how easy it would be to let go and plunge down into the dark, churning waters and be swept to her death. Sabana shook her head, looking back up. She had not come this far to give in to vertigo now. She reached the top and let the sailors pull her on bored. She thanked them excitedly, glancing back quickly to see where Mercedes was.