<div style="text-align: justify;">The next weeks were torture for Carlota. She had made the decision to marry the Captain, as it was the only decision that would not harm anyone but herself, and assured the other ladies she would not back out on it. No, she didn't want to. In her entire life up to the moment when she had met Peter, she had not thought about marrying a man below her station, let alone a pirate, and bear his children.<br/><br/>Now, life had thrown this at her, and Carlota decided that she would make the best out of it. Or to try to suffer as little as possible.<br/><br/>Having the presence of the Padre to hear her confession and put her mind at ease made Carlota feel a little less scared. It was a moment of peace she could have, after all.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Carlota entered the Captain's cabin and bowed her head to Peter, before kissing the Padre's hand. Her gaze up to him translated her fear and unhappiness clearly, but she didn't say anything about it in front of her soon to be husband.<br/><br/>"Thank you", the young lady murmured softly, keeping her gaze on the floorboards. After this short sentence, Carlota would turn to her ladies. "Ladies, please, wait outside for me, will you?", she requested softly. "I will probably not be long in my confession, and you shall have the chance to do yours". Carlota sighed after giving the ladies that instruction. She watched as they left, her mind trying to look ahead. Would she be allowed to keep her faith? To give confession at least once a month? To hear Mass as she was used to? Or would she be forced to attend her husband's church? Only time would tell, she supposed.</div>