Sarah picked up a crate, staring at the harbor. The gulls screeched, the waves rolled, the wind-"Hurry it up, ye good fer nothin brat!" Sarah's head snapped up, breakin her gaze from the scene. "Stop yer dreamin and git ta work. We got lots more crates to load!" She sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear ya, ya lazy, fat, drunkard." She muttered under her breath. If what she had said wasn't true, she would have gotten whipped for it, but It was all too true. The man ignored her, (mainly because he hadn't heard anything she had said), and she went on lifting crates, humming to herself. She cursed quietly as she dropped a crate, then looked up. A ship was sailing into the harbor. A man, one whom looked very farmiliar, was sailing it. "If I didn't know better......" She said, peering at the black haired man. Sarah grinned. "Finally."