Caroline Duplante grew up a prisoner in her own home. She lost her mother and had no answers to any questions she asked of her. Her father threw her aside until he couldn't hide her any longer. No amount of servants or guests or finer things in life satisfied her. The only satisfaction she had was the times she had to herself when she could feel the ocean breeze and smell the salt that was within it. The ocean called to her like it was her own blood. And in some ways, it was.