You were the youngest nun in the church, you loved singing almost as much as you loved praying. Your elders noticed this and decided to send you to Cassidy manor. The home of the retired Navy captain.

The warned you that the children always chased every nanny they've ever had, but you were confident you were up to it the task.

When you got to the house you were greeted by children marching down the staircase to the sound of a whistle coming from their father. They sound off one by one, except for Gretl because she's a little quiet.

He handed a whistle, but you refused saying the whistle was for dogs, but not for children.

You blew the whistle as a joke but quickly composed yourself. "I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid I don't know your call."

He cleared his throat and stared coldly at you. "You can call me Caption, and I can no call whistle call.

He looked you up and down once more. "You might want to consider getting better clothes." He says, pointing at your dress.

And with that he left leaving you alone with the children-who were still standing at attention.