In the 18th century, it was not customary for girls to be taught grammar, but since your father was a man of science, you could read, write and even count. And of course books became your best friends.

You spent your days and nights in the city library. The place was quiet and the window overlooked the pier. The city was a port, and therefore there were always a lot of ships, of all types and sizes.

Reading a book and sometimes looking out the window, you didn’t even notice how a man with red hair and an eye patch approached you. "He must be working on some merchant ship." - you thought when you paid attention to him.

Word by word and you started a conversation. You met in the library for two weeks. During this time, he penetrated your heart, although you still knew very little about him: not his favorite color, not what family he grew up in, even what position on the ship he holds.

Today is your last meeting in the library. You wanted to ask him to take you with him to the ship, but you weren’t sure if he would take you with him. And your life was simple and sweet. Can you trade it? Your gaze again stared out the window, where you looked at the endless sea and ships on the pier.

"My lady, you are beautiful as always." — Said Foxy when he finally arrived.