She watched as her grandfather's casket went farther down into his grave. All of a sudden she was all alone. No family did she belong to. The priest said prayers and her grandfather went deeper. The people of Port Royal had told her they were sorry and what a great man he was, but Sapphire barely heard them. The tears had been all washed away from last night. She didn't get any sleep. Nancy had told her everything was fine, that she was going to live in the same house. Sapphire didn't want to live there any more her grandfather would never greet her by walking in the door again. Soon people began to leave her one by one. Thunder roared overhead, but she didn't move.

"Sapphire," It was James, and she didn't bother to turn, "I'm sorry for your lost he was a great, kind, and gentle man." She didn't answer, so he kept going, "I'm sorry for the way I asked for your hand, please forgive me, and it was most rude."

"James, please leave me." Her voice full of sorrow, "I forgive you."

"Perhaps I could walk you to your house, it looks like it's going to rain." He said softly.

"I can walk to my house by myself thank you." She sighed and stood there for a while longer. He stayed too, and she suddenly became angry with him. Sapphire started to march out of the graveyard.

"Sapphire!" James called, only provoking her to go faster. "Sapphire!" She started to run. She ran as fast as she could to the only place she felt close to home. Finally she slowed down and went to her favorite spot on the rocks. Sapphire looked out to the sea. It was windy and seemed upset. Lighting flashed in the sky fallowed by thunder. She was alone. No one there by her. Mother, father, brother, and now grandfather gone. All gone. It was her birthday, and she didn't have anyone to celebrate it with. The sunset in the West, and something caught her eye. It was the same shape as last night, but again she shook it off and decided she should go home. She was half way home when it started to pour very suddenly. A song came to mind, and she sung it the rest of the way home.

"Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me." She sang in a soft voice, "We swashle we buckle we're really bad eggs, drink up me hearties yo ho." Sapphire sang the last part in her house. It was dark and eerie, and she was dripping wet. There was only light from the occasional lighting. An object shown, in the lighting, by the column. "Nancy?" She called.

"Your mother used to sing that song." A voice from the object sounded. The voice sounded familiar. "When you were younger she would sing it to you."

"Who's there?" Sapphire tried to keep her voice steady. "Where's Nancy?"

"I wouldn't have recognized you dry, so I should thank you for that." The voice was male and it was somewhat warming in a way. "Your maid is fine."

"You're the man that helped me in the rain that night!" Sapphire gasped. "Thank you for that." She was quiet for a moment. "How do you know my name?" He remained silent, and her temper began to rise. "Show yourself!"

"I'm sorry about your grandfather." He remained in the shadows. "He a good understanding man."

"Show yourself!" Her tone was harsh but not loud. His boots clapped on the wood floor as he walked over to the candle on the table and lit it. She could now see a lot better in the dim light. His face had a goatee and mustache, brown eyes and his dark brown curly hair that was like hers, but gray edges along his hair. He looked like the man from her dream but slightly older.

"Who are you?" Sapphire whispered.

"I'm your father, Sapphire."