What you did made me sick. It was… horrible. Despicable. Insane… If you ever do that again, I will throw you into the sea. Hands tied to a rope that’s tied to a cinder block. And send you off to davy jones. I don’t like you. But I won’t punish you. You may claim to be religious, but you’re no angel. You ate those people whole. Took them into the darkest place imaginable. I’m not ok with that, and neither should you. I will not watch you do it to me. You won’t put me into the dark, dark place you put those people in. Those people aren’t with us and it’s because of you. “Where are they?” You ask. I say that they’re 6 feet under, after jumping. “From what?” You ask. A bridge…

This is a metaphor for when somebody causes another potentially lethal grief. Take it however you desire.