(Years ago, on a sea outside of France)
"Mbonaki" Fatima said touching Jimi's cheek.
Jimi let out a cold damp cough as he stood freezing in the dark. Bounded in chains to a dozen other slaves like himself, his teeth chattered as he desperately tried to warm himself uo.
"Fatima..." Jimi said to her. Unable to raise his arms, he rested his head onto her cheek softly leaning into her. "Why did you come."
"Because!" She said. "You are the true cheif! And a good warrior follows their cheif anywhere they go!"
"Heh..." Jimi laughed. "I was hoping you were going to say... Because you loved me.."
Fatima's eyes began to water as Jimi edged his face closer to her.
"I... I do" She softly said.
Leaning into her, Jimi kissed her lips gently.
"Why didn't we use the door?" Damien asked.
