"Good morning! Did miss sleep well?" is the first thing I hear as I walk through the door.
"Miss slept very well, thank you, Hannah." I answer.
"Would miss like some breakfast?" Hannah asks.
"I've told you – you don't have to call me miss. And no, I'm not hungry today."
"Make sure she eats a full breakfast, alright Hannah?" Father says, coming in.
Meet my father, Lord Cutler Beckett. Someone who is perfect, and yet has little imperfections all around him.
After breakfast, Hannah sits down with the math book.
"It's time for your lesson," she says and asks me the first question.
"Why must you do this to me?" I ask. "I don't see why I can't go to common school with everyone!"
"You father wants for you to have a good education, that's all."
"He's so perfect!"
"Isn't that…good?"
"Well…I guess. But he wants to eliminate all evil, and I think that evil and good create a contrast in this world. Then again…Is perfection an art, an evil, or a practice? Or…Perhaps a mix of all of those things! To craft something like perfection, one must craft it, like a recipe," I say.
"Also, one might see that piracy is an evil. It is, however it is tied with perfection in a way that it is both a practice, an art, AND an evil. So if piracy would cease, so would perfection!" I conclude.
Hannah looks at me with a confused smile.
"Miss is growing smarter every day. Using big words like her father.
I sigh. Hannah missed the point.
"It's too bad your mother is not here, isn't it?
"Father says the life at sea is not for everyone," I reply.
"Well…T'least you get to see her sometimes," Hannah smiles.
I do not respond.
"Miss should smile more often. The last time you smiled was before…you were taken," Hannah recalls.
"Hannah, it is all right. What problem are we on?"