"Janice...how do you know that... he may come back sooner or later."
"No poppy, I know he's dead!"
"How do you know- I- I didn't wanna tell you." He curled her hair around his finger and held her close. He was the closest thing to a father she'd ever had. "I didn't want you to have night mares."
"I'll be fine, poppy." She held onto him, clenching his jacket and holding back her tears. She ignored what he asked and looked down.
"I'll tell you what, lassie." He smiled. "We'll do something together, you, Percival and I. I promise."
"Like what?" Janice stared up into his eyes. They never usually do fun things together.
"We can have a picnic, play with the mermaids and your to-" he looked over at the box.
It was the doll Milo gave her.
Janice noticed he was looking at the doll. "He was really a nice guy. He was a lot nicer then a lot of people would think."
Poppy nodded. "I should get back to work. It's hard running a ship in the winter."
