“I see them laughin’ at me! Dutch don’t even look at me anymore!”

Came a loud, yet heartbroken voice. It wasn’t anything you’d usually expect to hear, but you were curious. You gave Charles smile, slinking off to where the voice came from.

Molly was sat on a rock, her face buried in her hands as she cried. She would constantly argue with Dutch, but she would try her hardest to please him.

It seemed things didn’t go too well, and here she was.. in all her glory.