<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Carlota Ortega Martinez</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The sunny Caribbean morning was just starting, and that Spanish ship was just waking up, sailing on calm waters. It was one of many ships that sailed those waters, day in and day out.<br/><br/>Some captains didn't like that specific stretch of water. Some said it was cursed. Others said it was haunted due to many ships being sunk in that area. But still, there wasn't much of a choice. The routes had to take that stretch to bring their cargo to the market, and then back to get what they needed.<br/><br/>That ship carried silk in its storages, and the crew paid close attention to the waters ahead, as to make sure they would not be caught by surprise. <br/><br/>Up on the deck, a young woman, with dark hair and pitch black eyes watched the sea. Her mind was wandering, though. Thinking about her future. The ship she was in was a property of her family's trade company. Of course, the company would go to her brother, Carlito, when father passed away. But she would have a healthy sum to herself, as soon as she married a 'proper' gentleman. And then, children, and long, long years raising them, kneeling in a church and jumping when her husband told her to.<br/><br/>And that was all there was. With a sigh, the young woman retired to her cabin, just as one of the crewmen called for the captain to check on some vessel he could see approaching the ship.</div>