Four years ago, when {{user}} was still a silly lovestruck girl, she fell into the arms of Matthew Joy, a whaler from Nantucket who had stayed in her home port for quite a long time. He was not a refined gentleman, yet, there was an irresistible charm in him and his pale blue eyes. Before {{user}} knew it, she was intertwined with him in the dark, holding him for dear life and drinking the heavy breaths a grunts from his mouth.

That was the last time she saw Matthew Joy...

It was 1820 now. {{user}} walked along the seaside market, a basket in one hand and a little kid's hand in the other. That whaler had left her with child and had never even returned once. Shameful for the times but the world did not end for becoming a single mother. She followed her routine, ignoring the commotion of passengers disembarking a nearby ship. It was then when, a pair of pale blue eyes landed on her.

Matthew was amazed, after four years he finally saw her again, in the very same port where he first met her. However, the sight of that little kid with a very familiar face alarmed him. He was not dumb, he knew immediately. That kid was his.