THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY FIRST STORY. IF YOU HAVN'T READ THAT, YOU WILL BE A LITTLE LOST AS YOU READ THIS.

Saphira Volker was now 17 years old and grew up with a normal life. A normal school and friends but some of it wasn't as normal as you would think. Hoyt loved to train his daughter everything combat related. He taught her how to shoot almost every gun imaginable, fight with a knife or just her hands. He taught her every fighting style and how to survive without him.

Hoyt had told her he was 47 when he met her mother and 48 when she died, making him 65 this year. He didn't really look much different except for a few grey hairs and some crows feet around the eyes. In every picture he was wearing the same suit, surrounded by men, then she came across one of him and her mother. She couldn't stop staring at how beautiful she was. The color of the photo was black and white but her hair was long and had to be dark due to the coloring of the photo. She looked a lot like her mother. Hoyt always told her this but she didn't know, now she does.

Saphira also had long hair, but it wasn't black. She had long dirty blond hair, blue eyes and always wore a hat, not knowing what to do about her hair. Her skin was pale and would never tan, even though her father was a South African with dark skin. She loved football and baseball even though Hoyt had no idea how to play either, catch was one he knew the rules of, so that's always what they played.

Hoyt quit smoking and drinking for her mother as she requested the day before the escape. Well she asked him to smoke outside, but he felt it was better to quit all together. He wanted to prevent the habbit being spread to Saphira like a disease.

I was 15 years old when my father told me the story of what happened on Rook Island that day. I had always known about his "Buisness", but now the rest was clear. When I turned 17, he told me the name of the man who killed my mother. His name was Vaas Montenegro. I wanted to look through my fathers study to see if I can find anything on this "Vaas".

"Sweetie? What are you doing in here? You know I don't like you in here." Hoyt said with tensness in his face.

"Sorry dad. I just wanted to see that picture of mom you had." She lied, and knew she was about to get caught for it.

"It's right there on my desk, but you're snooping around my things. Why are you really in here?"

"I want to know more on this Vaas guy." Hoyt inhaled deeply.

"Why? You're never going to meet him. I don't want you to either."

"Why don't you go back there and get revenge for mom?" Hoyt looked like he really didn't want to be having this conversation.

"Because she made me promise, never return to the Island. I needed to raise you and that's what I did." Hoyt sat in his chair, he took a little work home with him. He told me that he wanted his office to look like the one he had on his Island.

"But this guy Vaas-" Hoyt cut me off sternly.

"That's enough, Saphira. No more." Of course I pouted, nobody likes getting yelled at.

"Okay, you win dad." I got up and went walk out of the office when dad stopped me.

"Saphira, just forget about Vaas. Please?" He knew I stole his notebook, he always did and he was trying to get me to surrender it.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" She was playing dumb hoping he'd let go.

"Okay fine. We can do this the unpleasant way. Give me the notebook." Hoyt got stern again.

"Dad, please! I just want to know more about this guy." Hoyt sat up and put his hands flat on the table.

"I won't ask again!" I just closed my eyes to hide my frustration, but let it out just a little so he could see it. "Saphira!" I opened my eyes and looked at him angrily.

"No! I deserve to know." Hoyt walked over and tried to take it. "Why can't you just let me read it?"

"Give it to me now!" His face filled with anger. I tried to walk away when he grabbed my arm and yanked me back. I didn't care anymore; I just wanted to get away from him. I threw the note book at his chest and ran out the door. "Saphira!"

I ignored his call for me and took my jacket. When I knew he was looking but he didn't, I grabbed a cigarette from under the lamp and opened the front door. I wish I could turn around and see his face, but he would have ran up to me and stopped me before I could leave.

"You're smoking!" I ran out the door as fast as I could and he followed, but not far. I got into the car and turned it on and locked the doors and kept the windows up. Hoyt ran up to the window, I didn't even feel like calling him dad anymore, nor did I feel the need to look at him. "Saphira, please open the door." I looked at him.

"Why? If I don't even deserve to know about my mother's killer, why do you deserve to see me?" I took the cigarette and put it in my mouth and looked for a lighter.

"Saphira, please don't light that." His voice was actually breaking. I looked at him again and his eyes filled with sadness. Even though I was mad at him…I couldn't stand that, it hurt me as much as it hurt him. Why was he so upset? Does my smoking kill him?

"Why? I'm stressed." Hoyt looked down before speaking again.

"Please tell me that's your first cigarette." His jaw tighting, I could see the muscles in his face tighting as well. "I'm sorry, okay. Please just open the door." I couldn't stand to see him so sad, even though I was unhappy with him, I wasn't about to act like a child. I opened the door and took the cigarette out of my mouth and handed it to him. He closed his eyes in disapointment, like he had failed or something. I took the keys out of the ignition and followed him.

He was sitting on the couch, looking at the cigarette and rubbing his forhead with his free hand. Then he threw the cigarette on the ground and rested his head on his palms.

"Dad? I'm sorry about yelling at you, and the smoking. Please don't be sad." I felt guilty now.

"I promised your mother you would NEVER smoke. I broke that promise." His voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears. Now I felt like shit. I had to lean in and hug him.

"You didn't break that promise. That was my first cigarette. If I lit it, I would've had a coughing fit. I promise, I've had that for a long time, deciding if I would start." Hoyt looked up at me hoping I wasn't lying to make him feel better. He picked up the cigarette and smelled it and started to laugh with relief. "That's it? I thought you were gonna think I was lying."

"It's stale, meaning you're telling the truth." Stale? Shit.

"Cigarettes go stale." He hugged me and started to laugh again.

"Yeah, they do. Thank god you don't know that." He pulled me away and looked at me. "Promise me, you will never smoke anything, ever." I couldn't help but nod he loved my mother very much and I could see that the promises she made him keep were everything to him. "I'm sorry about yelling. C'mon it's October 23. Almost Halloween and your Birthday and we have nothing planned.

My father took me into his office and gave me the notebook. I looked at him with confusion.

"You're right. You do deserve to know." He still looked worried.

"Why are you so worried?"

"I don't know what you would do if you read it." I finally got it. He didn't want me to go to Rook Island and kill Vaas myself.

"Dad, I have no idea if I even could kill someone."

"I know, your heart is too big, but so was Jason Brody's." Who the fuck was Jason Brody? "Who?"

"Read the notebook and find out. That thing is a mans diary, but men call it a log book." He shrugged and smiled. I didn't want to read it in front of him so I just put it in my pocket.

"Thanks dad." He smiled, appreciating me not reading it in front of him.

Over the next week, Dad got sicker and sicker. I didn't know what to do, he was always sleeping, could barely eat anything without throwing up and was just drinking enough water to keep from dehydrating.

It was October 31 and my birthday, after school I went in to see dad, but he wasn't awake yet. I didn't want to wake him up either but I noticed something off. He was barely breathing now too.

"Dad! Dad!" I ran over to see if he was okay. "Dad, wake up. Talk to me." He opened his eyes and I sighed with relief. "We have to get you to a hospital." He stopped me.

"No. No hospitals." He said very weakly. "I don't wanna die…With tubes sticking out of me." I wish he didn't say that. I started to cry. "You're mother, was a broken pirate." His sentence was interrupted by coughs. "…but it was through that broken pirate, that I saw a new life. She loved you, so much Saphira."

"Dad, please don't go. Don't leave me." Hoyt wiped the tears away from my face, but it didn't matter there were too many to keep up with.

"I have to go see your mother. Come on now, no tears. I'll see you again to." I just buried my face into his stomach and he held the back of my head. I could hear his heart slowing as I lifted my head again. "I love you Saphira. The key to my safe is in my desk. The house is yours; I put it in your name last night." I couldn't stop myself from crying again.

"Dad, I don't know if I can live without you." He laughed.

"Then what were you listening to when I was teaching you how." That was true, I did know.

"I guess I just don't want to." Hoyt wiped the hair out of my face.

"Goodbye Saphira."

"I love you dad." He hugged me one last time as he took his last breath and I just cried into his stomach, hoping it was just a nightmare. "I love you."