she was the one who kept them focused. He
missed his parents; it was now sixteen years since he had
last seen them. Ever since he had met the young señorita he
found himself longing for a family; a family he could call
his own.
Yes, this woman intrigued him on a completely
different level. He knew many women in the different
harbours all over the known world; beautiful women who
captured his interest for a while. He would have his time
with them, but when he left, he never thought about them
again.
This one, Rosa-Lee Almaida, captivated him even
before he met her, but to know her as a warm, passionate
woman would be wonderful and fulfilling.
He could see himself on a farm with her by his side,
building a future with her. He even imagined a few children
running around, enjoying the fruit of his labour.
For so long he had suppressed thoughts like that,
but he thought about it more and more often, enjoying the
comfort it brought to him. Since he had seen her, he knew
she would be the one. She could be wild and passionate.
She would keep him on his toes but he would keep her in
his arms. He would take her and make her his. She would
come alive, begging him to satisfy her every need. She
would be a wild cat, and he could not wait to tame her.
The life he led had been forced upon him at a very
young age. It was the only way that he could help his
parents and save the farm. And for this lady sitting across
from him, he was willing to give it up. From the life of a
pirate he longed to go back to being a farmer. From the
very first moment he saw her, he knew they were meant to
meet. He would have her and somehow he would have to
convince her and the Falcon of this.
He knew what the Falcon had planned for her. Her
father was correct in expecting the worse. Her fate would
lead to death if he did not intervene. The Falcon's way with
women was legendary, using them, breaking them until
there was nothing left of the once beautiful woman. Not a
very pretty picture.
The Falcon was a brute when it came to women. He
only enjoyed them for a while and then threw them to his
men. Roberto had seen women broken emotionally and
physically by the Falcon and to see this woman in his
hands? He would not allow it. He would rather carry her
away to a remote island and marry her, than for her to
experience that kind of abuse.
†††
February 28, 1624
Today I had to deal with a situation in the village as
part of land owner duties. It left me sick to my stomach and
brought back memories best forgotten.
We stumbled on another African village, not
deserted this time. At first the people were friendly,
allowing our surviving group of twenty five to camp and eat
with them. For two days we could rest and have shelter.
Qonchita started to get her colour back and Kayla began to
explore. But that cost her dearly. One of the village men
had his eyes on her since the day we got there. And when
opportunity knocked he took it.
He cornered her near the kraal and assaulted her.
The next morning when I found her I was angry. I went
straight to the chief's hut to demand justice. And in return
he demanded Kayla as his wife. I could not allow this.
Kayla was still very young and I felt responsible for her.
Although a seductive temptress, she did not deserve to be
treated in that manner and be left behind.
When Captain Breno died of the fever and the
people elected me as their leader I vowed that no one
would be left behind again. I begged for her release and
finally one of the slave girls offered to stay behind. It was
touch and go for a moment and I really thought that was
where we all would die. For a long time Kayla was not the
same but with gentle coaching from Qonchita she made it
through.
Once again Qonchita came through for this young
woman and I really hope she will pull through. Tomorrow I
must speak to the parents of the young man, and hope we
can come to a fair
missed his parents; it was now sixteen years since he had
last seen them. Ever since he had met the young señorita he
found himself longing for a family; a family he could call
his own.
Yes, this woman intrigued him on a completely
different level. He knew many women in the different
harbours all over the known world; beautiful women who
captured his interest for a while. He would have his time
with them, but when he left, he never thought about them
again.
This one, Rosa-Lee Almaida, captivated him even
before he met her, but to know her as a warm, passionate
woman would be wonderful and fulfilling.
He could see himself on a farm with her by his side,
building a future with her. He even imagined a few children
running around, enjoying the fruit of his labour.
For so long he had suppressed thoughts like that,
but he thought about it more and more often, enjoying the
comfort it brought to him. Since he had seen her, he knew
she would be the one. She could be wild and passionate.
She would keep him on his toes but he would keep her in
his arms. He would take her and make her his. She would
come alive, begging him to satisfy her every need. She
would be a wild cat, and he could not wait to tame her.
The life he led had been forced upon him at a very
young age. It was the only way that he could help his
parents and save the farm. And for this lady sitting across
from him, he was willing to give it up. From the life of a
pirate he longed to go back to being a farmer. From the
very first moment he saw her, he knew they were meant to
meet. He would have her and somehow he would have to
convince her and the Falcon of this.
He knew what the Falcon had planned for her. Her
father was correct in expecting the worse. Her fate would
lead to death if he did not intervene. The Falcon's way with
women was legendary, using them, breaking them until
there was nothing left of the once beautiful woman. Not a
very pretty picture.
The Falcon was a brute when it came to women. He
only enjoyed them for a while and then threw them to his
men. Roberto had seen women broken emotionally and
physically by the Falcon and to see this woman in his
hands? He would not allow it. He would rather carry her
away to a remote island and marry her, than for her to
experience that kind of abuse.
†††
February 28, 1624
Today I had to deal with a situation in the village as
part of land owner duties. It left me sick to my stomach and
brought back memories best forgotten.
We stumbled on another African village, not
deserted this time. At first the people were friendly,
allowing our surviving group of twenty five to camp and eat
with them. For two days we could rest and have shelter.
Qonchita started to get her colour back and Kayla began to
explore. But that cost her dearly. One of the village men
had his eyes on her since the day we got there. And when
opportunity knocked he took it.
He cornered her near the kraal and assaulted her.
The next morning when I found her I was angry. I went
straight to the chief's hut to demand justice. And in return
he demanded Kayla as his wife. I could not allow this.
Kayla was still very young and I felt responsible for her.
Although a seductive temptress, she did not deserve to be
treated in that manner and be left behind.
When Captain Breno died of the fever and the
people elected me as their leader I vowed that no one
would be left behind again. I begged for her release and
finally one of the slave girls offered to stay behind. It was
touch and go for a moment and I really thought that was
where we all would die. For a long time Kayla was not the
same but with gentle coaching from Qonchita she made it
through.
Once again Qonchita came through for this young
woman and I really hope she will pull through. Tomorrow I
must speak to the parents of the young man, and hope we
can come to a fair
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