Katie Marie O'Riley Harrison enjoyed the sun as it rose on her face and the salty smell of the ocean breeze as the finished her morning prayers. The ship's movement had interested a family of dolphins. She watched in amazement as they jumped and played around the ship. The Atlantic ocean was almost indescribably blue this morning as it reflected the cloudless blue sky. Every once in a while, the blue was interrupted by a white capped ocean wave. It was an absolutely perfect morning. She moved her folded hands downward onto both sides of her expanded stomach feeling the movement of her unborn child whom she knew would be a boy and whom she had already designated as William John Harrison. Katie was pure Irish and kept the temper to prove it strictly under control.

She had married Winston William Harrison of Manchester, England in an arranged marriage about seven months earlier. They got along well, but she knew she was not the love of his life. That would come later. Katie had a gift of perception that she knew came from her strong, unwavering Christian faith. Since most people didn't understand, Katie kept the extent of her gift to herself. What Katie did know was that she would not survive the birth of their child.. It wasn't a frightening thought; she knew where she was going. She didn't tell Winston, but she knew Holy God would bring him through the tragedy quickly and that He would provide Winston with a strong, healthy son. 

As Winston approached the deck rail and took Katie's hand, she smiled at him and put his and where the baby was kicking. "This move will be a good thing for all of us." Winston said wanting to assure himself as well as his new wife. 

"Yes, Winston," Katie replied. "we are both going to get a very good deal."