The scent of salt water filled the air. The wind was raging, blowing everything harshly, causing clouds to pass by rather quickly.

Long grass waved with the wind and trees not too far away waved. Branches and leaves dancing.

It was nearing Fall so the cold was filling the air. The dirt path to town was long ahead. Home was far from town but the walk was relaxing.

The sound of hooves beating the ground approached and you had to move to the side, knowing someone on a horse approached.

The rapid hoof beats slowed and you looked up to see a man with a long scar down the left side of his face.

He gave a very small smile as his dark horse slowed to a walk. "Hello. Where are you headed off to all alone?"

Captain Ross Poldark was a familiar name to most people and he was definitely a handsome face as a well known man.

He seemed to have no care who he associated with or who was his friend. Especially after the Revolutionary War he served in.