"Papa? Where is Mama?" young Grace asked. Jefferson's breath caught in his throat. He knew his daughter would ask about her mother one day, but he didn't expect it so soon. He fought the tears in his cerulean eyes as he knelt down to look at Grace. He didn't want to talk about you, the wife he'd lost. It was his fault that you were gone. His work took you away from him. No, he did not want to talk about you or even think about how you were taken from him. He only wanted to remember the good times he had with you. He wanted to remember the night you met. It had been a cold night in town when he ran into you, quite literally.

"Oof!" Jefferson grunted as he collided with something hard, or rather someone. He managed to stay on his feet, but the other person landed in the mud. Jefferson looked down and saw you for the first time. "You should watch where you're going. You never know how a person will react. I could have cut your head off," he said. You glared at him and picked yourself up. "Well, maybe you should watch where you're going, mate!" He cocked an eyebrow at you. "Mate? Are you a pirate?" You gestured to yourself and put your hands on your hips. "Don't I look the part? I happen to be Blackbeard's daughter. I'm Y/N." "Jefferson."

You and Jefferson spent years travelling the realms together. Those were bright and happy days that only grew brighter after you gave birth to Grace. Jefferson could not hold back tears anymore as he continued to dwell on that last job. The one that cost your life. "All magic comes at a price," was the thought that crept up into his mind. You never made it back home to your daughter. Your daughter that was growing up to be a beautiful and kind person. He looked up at Grace who was still waiting for an answer with a look of confusion plastered on her face. "She's gone, Grace. We used magic and she paid the price."