Mr. Darrow's answer surprised her. Most people would have responded with a land they had been to, a port they had seen. But instead he described a scene she knew very well, capturing the very essence of what she had grown up with. She hadn't often been allowed on the ships, but there had been times when the family sailed together - to Philadelphia or Charlottesville or a number of other cities they had visited. Those times Caroline had loved the feeling of being on the ship. It went beyond pretending that one day she'd take a ship to another land and deep into her bones. Her people were of the waves and water, and she too felt the siren's call in the lapping of water and the comfort in a rocking ship. On the journey over the Atlantic Caroline had snuck onto the deck of the ship on still evenings to look up at the seemingly endless sky above. There had been more stars stretching above than she ever could have imagined. Caroline smiled at her future brother in law, "It is certainly one of the most beautiful places." She agreed.