Amelia walked along the graveyard looking at the graves. She thought about her father who had disappeared on the high seas. A sadness filled her, she missed her father's cheer and laughter. The way they'd fight with their swords, she remembered her mother wanting her to be ladylike and gentle why her father knew Em rather swordfight or fight then dress up and play with dolls... She looked at her sword that her father gave her. The jewel encrusted handle sparkling in the moonlight...