Chapter One

Rose walked into the tiny New York apartment and sighed. It had been another tough day at work and she was exhausted.

"Lucy?"

"Yes?"

Rose hung up her coat and took off her shoes.

"How was school?"

"Fine."

"Luce..."

"I failed another test."

"Lucy!"

"I'm sorry! I'm trying my best! I'm just not a school girl! I love art and adventure! I want to explore the world someday!"

Lucy spun in a circle, making Rose laugh.

"Just like your father."

In every aspect Lucy reminded Rose of Jack, from her love of art and adventure to her dirty blonde curls and steel blue eyes.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Anything."

"How about meatloaf?"

"Anything EXCEPT meatloaf!"

Rose laughed again, leave it to Lucy to put a smile on her face.

"Why don't you go get us some clams then missy."

"I'd love that!"

Lucy grabbed the money and ran out the door. She loved the water and the docks so much. She loved the salty sea breeze and the reflections in the water. She ran all the way to the docks and leaned her head over the ropes. A voice suddenly broke her form her trance.

"Don't fall in now."

She looked to her left. A man stood there. His hair was a dirty blonde and his eyes were a blueish gray.

"What what would happen if I did?"

"I would have to jump in there and save you."

"And what id I enjoyed that?"

"Enjoyed what?"

"Seeing you get dirty and wreck your clothes."

"I wouldn't get that dirty."

"I assure you. you would."

"Your'e quite the firecracker aren't you?"

"Sizzle, crackle, pop! Yes I believe so..." Lucy said sarcastically. This made the man laugh.

"You are very funny, you know that?"

"My mother tells me I am."

"Your mother is a smart woman."

"Thank you."

"You aren't a typical school girl."

"I don't dream of becoming a doctor, I want to be an artist and explore the world!"

"Interesting."

"Your'e an artist."

"How did you know?"

"Your hands, you have an artist's hands. There's also a sketch pencil in your pocket."

"Well I'll be damned."

"You sure will."

"What is your name?"

"Lucy."

"Very pretty name you have there."

"What should I call you?"

"Jack, call me Jack."

"Well I hope to see you around Jack."

And with that she ran to retrieve the clams from the seaman who was selling them right off of the dock.