"One night, as Seamus's ship was nearing New York Harbor," Keely murmured as she wrote in a haphazard script, "a terrible storm blew in from the north. Being a fine sea captain, Seamus ordered his men to take down the sails to protect his ship from crashing on the cliffs near the harbor. He stood in the driving rain, his hands fixed to the wheel, his only thoughts of the important passengers sleeping below."

Keely reread what she had written and smiled. "But as lightning flashed, Seamus noticed debris floating around the bow of his ship. Another ship had crashed against the cliffs! Through the dark and rain, he could hear a soft and plaintive cry." Keely covered her mouth with her cupped hand to make the cry more realistic. "Help. Help. Save me."

Vivid images focused in her mind. "Seamus turned the wheel over to his first mate and ran to the bow. There, in the water below, was a woman, struggling to hold on to a jagged piece of the broken ship. 'Do not fear,' he called. Seamus tore off his jacket and linen shirt, his broad shoulders and strong arms gleaming in the rain." Keely pressed her hand to her chest to feel her heart beating a bit faster. "And then he dove into the icy water and swam toward the drowning girl."

This would be the best part, Keely mused, when they spoke for the first time. "'What is your name?' Seamus asked as he brushed her long, flowing hair from her eyes. 'I am Princess Fiona,' the girl said. 'And if you save me, I promise to marry you and love you for-"'

"Are you in bed, Keely McClain?"

Keely jumped, startled from her dreaming. "Yes, Ma," she called, glad that she didn't have to lie officially. That saved her at least one Hail Mary at confession.