Tetra and, she was sure, everybody else had not expected this of her. No not at all. Tetra was not the motherly type. She was about as motherly as a cactus with twelve-foot long spikes, and a couple of rabid hawks living it. Tetra was not the caring type. Someone could be running around with their arm bleeding and Tetra would ask them to shut the hell up, and to stop bleeding all over her ship. She was not the warm or fuzzy type. Does that one even need an example?

And yet…

Tetra had a baby girl, and then the Goddesses just added water and presto! Mother of the year award. Tetra laughed about it a good bit, it just seemed ironic to her. But it was true..

She had even called off pirating for the first four years of her daughters life. At which point another odd, almost scary thing happened. Tetra, it turned out, made a fine homemaker and islander. She moved in with Link's family and all of her hidden talents came forth.

Now Mehra, her daughter, was five and Tetra decided to start sailing again. The pirates had landed four days ago, and tomorrow they would leave. And it was an odd sense of relief and fear swirling in the captain's mind as she watched the ship bobbing in the waves.

It looked so stoic and mighty framed by the rising moon. Mehra simply thought it was the biggest thing in the world. She pointed at it almost constantly telling everyone in her own odd language what she thought about it. Tetra always nodded her head and said things like, "Oh yeah." And "I see it now." This in turn made little Mehra giggle even more.

Link had to say; it was really the cutest thing he had ever seen.

He sat next to them watching Tetra and Mehra. The pirate captain and her daughter. They really were too precious. He found that instead of sketching the ship, which was why he was out here, he was sketching them.

"It's a…biiiig-big boat." Mehra giggled and leaned back into her mother.

"Yes, it is a big boat indeed." Tetra was smiling over to Link in a why that screamed pure joy.

"Yup. It's a big boat," Mehra paused to tug on Tetra's hair slightly, " are we gonna go sailing?"

Tetra laughed lightly. "Yes. We are going to go sailing. We are going to sail all over this ocean."

Mehra became bored in what appeared to be very painful tugging of her mother's hair, so she went over to Link. He smiled at her and nodded to her, but he kept drawing. He had to laugh at Tetra as she rubbed her head, mouthing 'ouch' over and over again. "I think you hurt your mommy." Mehra turned with his pointing finger and she muttered a quick apology. "You're the only one who can get away with that."

That caught Mehra's attention. "Really?"

"Mmm-hmm. Really." Link smiled as a huge grin grew over the young girls face. "If I were to do that, your mommy would kill me."

"Really? That's really, really, really cool!" Her grin grew.

"Yup. She your kid all right." Link said and returned to drawing.

"But she wouldn't really kill you, right?" Two sets of eyes turned back to Tetra, who had been semi-zoned out.

"I might, depends on a lot of factors though. Was it a lot of hair? Did he pull it really hard? That sort of thing." She said this knowing that her daughter would only understand the first two words. The rest was really for Link to understand that she wouldn't.

Mehra was very pleased though. Grinning and almost skipping back into her mother's arms. "So I'm special right mom? I'm extra special?" Link chuckled and finished up his sketch.

Tetra also chuckled but swept her daughter up. "It's getting cold out here. Let's go inside huh?"

As the three began to head inside Mehra glared at her mother with the intensity that only a five-year-old child can and asked again, "I'm extra special right?"

"Yes," Tetra whispered down to the small girl, "You are extra, extra special."