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unselfish and we felt
safe with him.
'From the first moment I saw him, I accepted him as
my father and to him I was the daughter he never had. He
was always gentle and kind to me. He and my mother are
inseparable, even to this day.'
A soft sob left her mouth and she stopped talking
the emotions very intense in her.
Roberto waited next to her. His hands clasped
behind his back, he could hear her struggling for control.
His own control broke and without thinking, he placed an
arm around the soft, delicate shoulders. She stiffened and
stood still under his touch, his arm warm and soft on her
bare skin, giving her a feeling of safety.
She looked at him. This time he was closer to her
and she could see tenderness and understanding in his face.
This was a contrast to everything she knew about this man.
The stern and menacing look from the last three days had
vanished. For a brief moment, she enjoyed the closeness
they shared before she stepped away and he dropped his
arm.
'He sounds like a great man and I would love to
really meet him one day,' he said softly, the sternness gone
from his voice. He had a beautiful, calming voice: strong
and steady.
'He is a great man and father, and a great husband to
my mother. I miss him awfully. I miss both my parents.'
'Maybe one day you will meet a man like that as
well.'
'You confuse me, Captain.'
'My name is Roberto, not Captain,' he said with a
chuckle.
'You confuse me Roberto,' she said, but with a grim
smile.
'I have heard that many times.' He removed a strand
of hair from her face, at the same moment she moved to put
it behind her ear. Their hands met and he folded hers into
his warm grasp, bringing it to his lips.
'Good night Rosa-Lee. Thanks for the story.'
Stunned by the intimate gesture, shivers went up her
spine, but she could only watch him.
I must hate him! He is a pirate! She reminded
herself. S he removed her hand and abruptly said, 'Good
night Roberto.'
I will have to find a way to get free and help my
brother. She thought as she watched his retreating back.
†††
April 18, 1624
Today I held my son in my arms for the first time.
Manuel Francisco Almaida. I am a father now. My heart is
too big for my chest. I, Cisco Almaida, once an ordinary
sailor, am now the father of a beautiful daughter and a son.
How fortunate I am to have my family. My dreams have
changed into reality and I can love and enjoy them every
day.
Qonchita was in labour for ten hours, ten agonizing
hours, but it was worth it. She is even more beautiful than
before. Once again she has blessed me beyond measure.
How fortunate and happy I am.
Rosa-Lee is ecstatic about her new brother. She
wants to help with everything. What a sweet, strong-willed
child. She is everything I wanted in a daughter and more. I
can hardly wait to teach them all I know, about the sea, the
land, about people.
My family.
6
May 6, 1624
Manuel had a bit of a fever today and we were
really frightened, but the medicine woman assured us not to
worry and gave us some powder to feed him. He is a strong
boy, already opening his eyes and watching the world go
by.
Cisco is a joy to watch as he carries the infant from
room to room. Rosa-Lee is always close by to see when she
can have the opportunity to hold her brother. I normally
have to fight for time between the two. But it does not
bother me at the least. To see Cisco this happy is more than
worth it.
I remember other babies we buried in the heart of
Africa, along with their parents, due to fever, babies that
never had the chance to grow and experience life. This is
what make Manuel so special, to experience life through
him in a greater measure.
We remember those frightful days as if it was
yesterday. The heat, the insect-infested time, coupled with
the fever and constant rains. I felt it would never stop.
Through it all we had to hope that help would come or that
we would find a safe haven. But it took
safe with him.
'From the first moment I saw him, I accepted him as
my father and to him I was the daughter he never had. He
was always gentle and kind to me. He and my mother are
inseparable, even to this day.'
A soft sob left her mouth and she stopped talking
the emotions very intense in her.
Roberto waited next to her. His hands clasped
behind his back, he could hear her struggling for control.
His own control broke and without thinking, he placed an
arm around the soft, delicate shoulders. She stiffened and
stood still under his touch, his arm warm and soft on her
bare skin, giving her a feeling of safety.
She looked at him. This time he was closer to her
and she could see tenderness and understanding in his face.
This was a contrast to everything she knew about this man.
The stern and menacing look from the last three days had
vanished. For a brief moment, she enjoyed the closeness
they shared before she stepped away and he dropped his
arm.
'He sounds like a great man and I would love to
really meet him one day,' he said softly, the sternness gone
from his voice. He had a beautiful, calming voice: strong
and steady.
'He is a great man and father, and a great husband to
my mother. I miss him awfully. I miss both my parents.'
'Maybe one day you will meet a man like that as
well.'
'You confuse me, Captain.'
'My name is Roberto, not Captain,' he said with a
chuckle.
'You confuse me Roberto,' she said, but with a grim
smile.
'I have heard that many times.' He removed a strand
of hair from her face, at the same moment she moved to put
it behind her ear. Their hands met and he folded hers into
his warm grasp, bringing it to his lips.
'Good night Rosa-Lee. Thanks for the story.'
Stunned by the intimate gesture, shivers went up her
spine, but she could only watch him.
I must hate him! He is a pirate! She reminded
herself. S he removed her hand and abruptly said, 'Good
night Roberto.'
I will have to find a way to get free and help my
brother. She thought as she watched his retreating back.
†††
April 18, 1624
Today I held my son in my arms for the first time.
Manuel Francisco Almaida. I am a father now. My heart is
too big for my chest. I, Cisco Almaida, once an ordinary
sailor, am now the father of a beautiful daughter and a son.
How fortunate I am to have my family. My dreams have
changed into reality and I can love and enjoy them every
day.
Qonchita was in labour for ten hours, ten agonizing
hours, but it was worth it. She is even more beautiful than
before. Once again she has blessed me beyond measure.
How fortunate and happy I am.
Rosa-Lee is ecstatic about her new brother. She
wants to help with everything. What a sweet, strong-willed
child. She is everything I wanted in a daughter and more. I
can hardly wait to teach them all I know, about the sea, the
land, about people.
My family.
6
May 6, 1624
Manuel had a bit of a fever today and we were
really frightened, but the medicine woman assured us not to
worry and gave us some powder to feed him. He is a strong
boy, already opening his eyes and watching the world go
by.
Cisco is a joy to watch as he carries the infant from
room to room. Rosa-Lee is always close by to see when she
can have the opportunity to hold her brother. I normally
have to fight for time between the two. But it does not
bother me at the least. To see Cisco this happy is more than
worth it.
I remember other babies we buried in the heart of
Africa, along with their parents, due to fever, babies that
never had the chance to grow and experience life. This is
what make Manuel so special, to experience life through
him in a greater measure.
We remember those frightful days as if it was
yesterday. The heat, the insect-infested time, coupled with
the fever and constant rains. I felt it would never stop.
Through it all we had to hope that help would come or that
we would find a safe haven. But it took
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