Hamilton hated small towns. His son had become a mayor of a small town, which happened to be the town the girl's mother had been born in. His son had offered to allow Hamilton to come live with him, but Hamilton had higher aspirations. The kind of life he wanted was the one he'd been living for the last few years. He lavished himself in a life on the road. He was hoping maybe someone would know more about the girls in Waffle Town. He had never bothered to learn anything about them, now he was regretting this decision. The only reason he'd remembered their mother's hometown was because he recognized the name of the town where his son was mayor.

Hamilton had not left this area on very good terms with anyone. He'd stayed for a year, and managed to alienate many people, including his daughter-in-law. That had been fifteen years ago. He hadn't been back since. He has the feeling that his reception in Waffle Town was going to be less than pleasant.

He didn't care. Hamilton would do anything at this point to find those girls. He craved the fame and success. Those girls had been his ticket. Stepping of the old boat in Waffle Island was like going back in time. People here lived much simpler lives. Where it held appeal for many, Hamilton was not one of those people. He loved the hustle and bustle of city life. Hamilton was greeted by his less than friendly daughter in law.

"What are you doing here old man?" Luna asked. Luna owned the the tailor shop with her older sister. They had inherited if from their grandmother. While Luna was not the most friendly person, she had a great business sense about her. Luna was also gorgeous. She had beautiful pink curly hair and gorgeous sapphire blue eyes. She had smooth milky-white skin, and high cheekbones. While She was short, she certainly didn't lack in the chest area. Hamilton
certainly understood why Gill, his son had been attracted to her, just unsure why he had married her.

"I can't come visit my favorite son and his wife?" Hamilton asked. Luna's eyes narrowed. She did very little to hide her dislike of her father-in-law.

"Does this have anything to do with the fact that your two stars have disappeared on you?" Luna asked. "I always thought it was disgusting how you were exploiting them." Luna'a short stature did not stop her from ever saying what's on her mind.

"Why are you here? Where's Gill?" Hamilton asked avoiding her question.

"Gill is busy," Luna snapped. "You know he has a job of running this place." Hamilton could hear the disdain in Luna'a voice. He tried to ebb his anger. Who was she to look down on him? She was some small town nobody. He remembered this as he was led by Luna to the Inn. She was a nobody, and he'd become somebody.

Upon entering the Inn a petite blonde haired girl came up to them. Her hair was pulled neatly back into a ponytail. Hamilton couldn't help but notice her ample cleavage that was peaking out of the lacy white top she wore.

"Anything I can get you?" The girl asked cheerily.

"No, he's not eating here today," Luna interjected. She smiled sweetly at the girl.

"I may have to, with such a pretty girl as yourself to serve me," Hamilton replied. His gaze raked down her body. Luna turned to him with abloom of disgust.

"That is your granddaughter old man," Luna snorted. "You'd know that if you were ever around." Luna called over Colleen who ran the Inn to get his checked in. Hamilton did feel a touch embarrassed to have hit on his own granddaughter. She had certainly inherited her mother's beauty. He sighed, hopefully he wouldn't have up be on this goddess forsaken island for too long.

OOOOO

Three hard days of work and sweat had yielded enough space for two bags of crops. The soil underneath all the debris was surprisingly rich. Claire had gone off to the blacksmith's to get the tools that were being fixed. Jill made her way over to the next farm over to buy some seeds to plant. Jill walked into Vesta Farms excitedly. She was happy with the progress she and Claire had made. Upon entering, Jill stumbled upon a very handsome, very grumpy looking man. He had dark black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Upon seeing Jill, he scowled.

"What do you need?" He asked. His demeanor was less than pleasant.

"Marlin Jackson!" a stocky woman shouted. "How many times have I told you, you can't speak to customers like that!" The woman slowly walked out of the doorway to the back room towards Jill. "My name's Vesta, I run this place. That unpleasant fella is my brother Marlin." She held her hand out to Jill. The woman's handshake was surprisingly weak compared to her size.

"My name is Jill, my sister and I moved into the old farm," Jill replied.

"Ah yes, I've heard about you. Then again there isn't anyone in these parts who haven't heard of you," Vesta replied. Marlin said nothing. He turned around and started working on something else. Jill shook her head. Life here was so completely different. "What can we do for you?"

"Looking for some seeds to plant," Jill answered. "We've only got space for two bags of crops."

"Turnips are the easiest to grow," Vesta replied. She pulled two bags out from the shelves. "First two are on the house."

"Are you sure?" Jill asked. "I can certainly pay."

"Don't you worry dearie, this is how we do things here, right Marlin?" The man turned and grumbled something unintelligible. At that moment a mousy looking brunette haired woman entered into the shop. She stared at Jill. "Ah Celia, this is one of those new farmers."

"Hello," Celia mumbled, looking down at the ground. She shuffled her feet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Jill said cheerily. Jill held her hand out to the small girl. Celia looked up surprised. It was evident to Jill that very few people paid attention to Celia. Celia accepted Jill's outstretched hand.

"Thank you," Celia responded. She smiled. Her smile had an innocent quality about it. Celia was certainly no one that anyone would have called beautiful. She was missing a few teeth, and had some unfortunate looking moles covering her face. Certainly that was what had caused her shy demeanor. Jill knew what it was like to feel ignored. Because of their differences as a child, Jill and Claire had been ignored.

"Do you work here too?" Jill asked. Celia again looked surprised. She glanced over Jill's shoulder, then turned back to Jill.

"Yes!" She replied. "I love farming!"

"Me too," Jill said. Celia smiled again.

"Well I hope you enjoy it here!" Celia exclaimed.

"I'm sure I will," Jill replied. "I should get going. Thank you all."

Jill left the farm with her first two bags of crops. She was happily on her way back to the farm when she heard footsteps behind her. She was surprised to see Marlin coming toward her.

"Hello," Jill replied surprised.

"Thank you," Marlin stated.

"For what?" Jill asked.

"Your kindness to Celia," Marlin said. "Most people ignore her."

"You're welcome," Jill replied confused. She wondered if perhaps he was dating the small girl. She felt a bit of disappointment at that thought. It was quite odd to think about a man such as himself dating a girl like that. "Everyone deserves kindness."

"Celia is like a sister to me," Marlin replied. "Most people are put off by her looks. She's a really sweet and kind person though." Jill was shocked at how much his demeanor had changed. She also couldn't help but be happy hearing that he saw Celia as a sister.

"I can tell," Jill said. Marlin suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"I gotta go back," Marlin stated. He turned away and abruptly left Jill standing in the road by herself. Jill couldn't help but chuckle. The interactions with that man had been nothing less than comical.

OOOOO

Claire was having an interesting encounter of her own. Upon entering the blacksmith's shop, she instantly noticed the old man's absence. Only the ornery young man stood in the shop. Once again he scowled at Claire. Today, Claire's mood was less than tolerant. It had been a rough three days, and she was tired. She had done nothing to deserve the treatment he was giving her.

"What do you want?" He scowled.

"I'm here for my tools," Claire stated.

"Grandpa's gone you'll have to come back," Gray replied. He turned back toward the forge.

"Just who do you think you are?" Claire asked. She crossed her arms across her chest. Gray whirled around. He looked shocked by her response. "I've don't nothing to you, yet you treat me like this? Look I don't care who you are! You have no right up treat people like this!" Claire stormed out of the blacksmith's shop. She was surprise at her outburst. She very rarely yelled at people, but for some reason that blacksmith's apprentice had gotten under her skin. Claire shook her head and walked back to the farm.

Claire and Jill were sitting around the table laughing over the tales of each of their day's encounters. Jill was surprised at Claire's outburst. Her twin had never been the aggressive one. Jill had always been the one who was more outspoken. Jill wondered who this man was that brought out the feistier side of her beautiful sister. At that moment there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Jill stated. She wandered over to the door. Standing in the doorway was a man she had never seen before. He looked rather chagrined. "Hello."

"Hi, is Claire here?" He asked. Jill turned around to her sister.

"This one's for you," Jill called. Claire came over to the door. She was shocked to see the blacksmith's apprentice at her door.