<div style="text-align: justify;">The few people below deck trembled as they heard the cannon fire. There was nowhere they could go now. Once what they assumed to be pirates boarded the ship, all would be lost. They would probably be killed, or enslaved, or other unpleasant thing. The woman, most of all, were terribly scared. What would those men do to them? Well, they could form a really good idea. An idea none of them wanted to dwell on. All they could hope for was that the crew managed to fight the criminals off.<br/><br/>It wasn't to be, apparently. Whatever fate had in store for those women, it was not salvation. And all of them knew it the moment they heard footsteps in the Captain's cabin. No member of the crew ever entered that cabin without knocking. If someone was simply walking in, they weren't crewmen.<br/><br/>When someone went down to pick her up and bring her to the invaders, Carlota turned pale. The poor señorita nearly passed out in knowing the leader of the pirates wanted her to be brought up. It took the young woman a long moment to collect herself, but she finally went up on the deck. <br/><br/>She was a young brunette with an olive skin tone, and big dark eyes. Her face had a terrified expression, and her hands trembled a little. As it was to be expected, Carlota was well dressed from head to toe.<br/><br/>"Señorita Carlota Ortega Martinez", the man announced, pushing the young woman just a little forward and nearly trying to hide behind her.<br/><br/>While the man spoke, another one came behind him with the other women and stopped, waiting for some instruction to be given.</div>