"A beautiful name, for a beautiful mermaid," was the kind man's comment.

              "Can I go now?" the quick question of Amara.

              "You know, I've got a grandson who has been wishing to see a mermaid. You'll make him very happy if you go with me."

              "Okay, if it will make your grandson happy, and I just want to be away..." the soft answer of Amara thinking of her big white house and Alexander.

              "Okay, agreed. You won't regret this, I promise," the assurance of the kind-hearted old man, Sebastian, smiling at her. Once again Sebastian drove his white yacht. And Amara stayed on the deck, thinking, thinking about her big white house and Alexander.