Roxana was on her way home afraid that her body would give in to sleep before she reached the ship. She should have taken more than a nap before going for her nightshift. Now in the early morning, all she could think of was the mattress that awaited her at home. When she reached the dock, uncle Benedict was already preparing his tools to fish.
"Uncle Ben!" she waved at him. "Good morning."
He turned around. "Good morning, Rox. Where are you coming from?"
"I took the job as you told me." She said.
"I am proud of you," He smiled.
If he only knew, he wouldn't be. She was not Rox and she was tired of moving around all the time, meeting good people, lying to them just to move away again. She loved this town, despite all the problems. She had met the best people here.
"I'll make you fish soup," He said.
"I am going to sleep now." She didn't want him to go through the hassle to feed someone like her.
