"La dema negra" as the locals call her, she's an old tub of a ship with worn ebony sails and a cracked figurehead of the goddess Athena. Even for a forty year old schooner she was still the fastest ship this side of the Pacific. I'm a smuggler for the most part, I'll ship anything if there's money to be had in it. I've smuggled people, drugs, hell one time I even smuggled 600kg of sugar stolen from a Spanish merchant vessel. Those Spaniards are relentless when you tick them off, I didn't kill any of them but I did tie the captain upside down to his mast so I can see why they were angry. But ol dema negra wasn't a fighter, she was a tough ol braud but she couldn't hold out in a fight against a man o war or a frigate. Mind you a Spanish frigate at that. They chased me down like a lion with it's jaws open and slobbering in anticipation for it's next meal. Their canons just missing the bow on my port side, their breath hot at the back of my neck. It went on like that all the way back to Boston. once port was in sight they gave up, for fear of starting a war with the British ships in the port. Kind of ironic seeing as how my fence payed me with Spanish dollars for the sugar I had brought in. I slid out of port with my pockets overflowing and my belly full, sly smile on my face as I tasted the salty sea air once again for the hundredth time. I opened her up to full sail once I had a clear line to open waters, but something was off. I had this sinking feeling like everything was going too well. Then out of nowhere a deafining crack rang out as the main mast twisted and reached down the slap the water's surface. My ears started ringing as the thunderous cracking continued, Splinters flew all around me as my beautiful lady started groaning from all the Canonballs smacking into her. A whole Spanish Armada was waiting for just around the cove, three frigates and four gun boats were just waiting to take revenge and they were determined to not leave any shred of evidence. As the ocean swallowed my vessel the last sight I saw was the figurehead of Athena, smiling at me as justice had been rightfully served.
