Imelda, All Warrior

Capítulo Ocho

                                                  

                                                      Capítulo Ocho

 

                “La pregunta no es quién va a dejarme, es quién va a detenerme.”

 

             -The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.-

                                                                         

                                                                                        -- Ayn Rand

  

          Talking about what you’ve been hiding from your crew was never easy. Emotion was never easy. But, for a Captain, not even obtaining all the seven seas could compare how messed up we were. To be cold like the Atlantic, stoic like the icebergs, those were some of the things we had to sacrifice.  

          The fear we invoked. It was primal and heartbreaking. I’ve seen the worst of men try changing their ways of life, just to escape the darkness we harbored. They didn’t want to succumb to it. I called them bastards and hijos de putas. They would never survive, anyway.

          The judgement, it never stopped. When sailing with your crew, some were welcoming, but that didn’t stop them from switching faces. People were sneaky and deceitful. It was how I liked them. Their instincts on the rise. Too bad they were too afraid to even look you in the eyes. They would be full of scorn and a malice so evil.

          All of it would change their perception. Each and every one of my mates lived for the code and honored their Captain with every fiber. But, in our case, I was their code and would always be their Captain until their hearts stopped beating. I had the right to protect them, just as I had the right to do with them as I pleased. I could stop their heart beats whenever I wished, and I wasn’t questioned for it, ever.

          I knew the moment Rafa wanted to know the truth, he would sorely regret hearing it. Their kind wasn’t ready for what was to come.

          No one was.

          Here he sat in front of me, with his head on his lap. His hands came up and covered his ears, like he tried to stop the information from coming into his brain. It would torture him so. This dance was going to kill him and I knew he was damned from the start of this conversation. But, there was no way I was telling him that. It was better this way. It meant one less of a distraction for my first mate, though, I wouldn’t put it against her to start throwing sharp objects at me.

          But, this wasn’t the first time. Among all that gloom, resided a spitfire that could roast. Fe knew what she wanted and she did everything and anything to obtain it.

          My fingers padded my desk.

          Rafa’s voice woke me from my thoughts, I looked him in the eyes. The poor lad was shaking. Out of what? I would never know.

          “All this time...all this time, you’ve been nothing, but liars, the both of you!” He stormed out of my quarters. Where would he go? I would find him regardless. La Marcelina de la Luz was a huge ship, but I knew her like the seas. Unless, he tried running away.