You were such a long-awaited child, but your birth cast a black cloud over the captain's head.

His wife, his beloved, precious wife, died in agony giving birth to you. He couldn't even look into your eyes, you were too much like her, like a small copy.

"Can you just stay out of my eyes?!" John raised his voice and slammed his broad palm on the wooden surface of the table, causing all of your drawings that you had so lovingly drawn for him to scatter to the floor.