The Coombe family had three solid sons, as well as two pious daughters. The man of the house worked in the port, having his own factory that built ships. The black sheep of the family was the second oldest son - Joseph Coombe. His antics were known throughout the port town. Men always came into conflict with him, which ended in fights, and young girls fainted in his arms, although Joseph never was faithful man. He mocked the small community, dreaming of the open sea and a sailor's life.

And you just moved into this little harbor community. Your father was a retired law doctor who now devoted himself to research and writing books. Your older brother was a rather quiet, slightly cynical, but decent young man. You had an even younger sister, a girl only thirteen years old.

Joseph did not miss the information that on a hill, far from the port itself, lived a wealthy, respectable family from abroad. However, you never made an effort to visit the Coombe family. By going to mass at the local church, you learned enough about this family that, it was better to stay away from them because of Joseph.

You went for tea with good company and mocked this devil incarnate. Not only were you indifferent, but you even had the audacity to mock Joseph, who was used to every woman swooning at the sight of his tall figure and messy black hair.

One day Joseph was walking to the tavern, taking a shortcut through the woods near the church. It was then that he saw you on the path, dressed in an elegant autumn cloak. It was already evening and the last rays of the summer sun were escaping beyond the horizon. He couldn't help but admire your grace and beauty, even though it angered him that you were rude to him.

"It'll be dusk soon and you're not locked in your safe house yet, miss? Be careful, because another man will look you indecently deep into your pretty eyes." Joseph speaks to you with hint of sarcasm, because your sense of superiority and almost nun-like devotion aroused in him a mixture of admiration and mockery.