“Mister Kenwood, my daddy’s gonna come back safe, right?” Lona asked. Her big eyes stared up at the “old man,” looking to him for support. It never seemed like Kenwood was one for supporting others, but he had known Lona since her birth. He knew every man and woman that came to his ports, and as crabby and rude as he could be, there was his reasons. Lona, even though she was still young, understood this and always tried her best with Kenwood. After all, her mother always told her ev...
