<div style="text-align: justify;">Below the deck, in her cabin, Carlota could not have any idea of what was going on. At least not yet, without seeing or hearing anything. Not until whatever was happening got to the ship she was in. Of course, she could know that the ship had turned around, but couldn't be sure about exactly what was happening. <br/><br/>The young lady had tried to go up on the deck and find out, but one of the crewmen had asked her to stay below deck. The young woman went back into her cabin, and sat down with her hands gripping one another.<br/><br/>The feeling of something wrong was getting stronger and stronger. Before something even happened, she already felt that something was about to happen. And she felt it had started before she could hear it. When the first foot got in the merchant ship, Carlota's heart raced. There was something wrong. <br/><br/>Against her best judgment, the Spanish lady stood up and went up to the deck, just to check on what was happening. Whatever it was, she had considered, if the ship was under attack it wouldn't be any good to stay inside the ship. If she left her cabin, she would be caught by whoever was invading the ship. If she didn't and they decided to sink the ship, she would go down with it. So, out on the deck it was.</div>