@capitanmuerto (we both knew it would happen at some point)
It has been more than a decade since the last time she was sailing in those waters. Her father had made sure that she was not allowed to put a foot on a ship after what happened to her the last time and what they call a miracle that she was still alive after the whole crew disappeared under unknown circumstances, but, a few days ago, he was the one who forced her to board this ship to England. Bedelia would find the current situation funny if the reason for her trip wasn’t to marry a complete strange. For a long time she had not been allowed to be even on the smallest boat on a pond, but for an alliance, her father has no problem sending her in the open ocean for more than a month. At least, she has some time to enjoy the feeling of being on a ship again, something she hasn’t been able to since she had to leave The Silent Mary’s crew behind.
The memories of the time she spent with them come rushing back into her mind as the wind brushes against her cheeks, removing small strands of hair from her perfect updo, and she cannot help herself but smile. The place was awfully dark and gloomy, the whole crew of the ship was dying, yet the moment she met Capitán Salazar, she knew she was safe and the weeks following (was it more? She cannot remember, time was passing oddly back then) were the happiest of her childhood. Naturally, when she went back to her family, nobody believed her stories about a ghost ship full of undead pirate hunters who were trapped in the Devil’s Triangle. They said it was her imagination that was filling the gap between the sinking and the moment a captain of a merchant ship found her, but Bedelia knows that what happened was real. For a while she lived with them and they took care of her. He took care of her and he was the most loving person she has ever met. Years later, she still remembers exactly how he kept her close, how his strange floating hair would brush her cheeks to help her fall asleep, how she had never been scared with him. Perhaps she romanticised it a little when she was a teenager, but what else is there to do for a princess who was only allowed to go to balls where she would meet men who could be her future husband and not a single one of them was half as considerate as the ghost captain of a Spanish ship.
However, her smile disappears when where she expected to see the Devil’s Triangle, there is nothing but crumbles of the cave. Looking at the map held by one of the sailors, she’s certain that this was where the ship was, where he was. Were the years she spent on land so rough that the elements destroyed the last remains of the place where she felt truly happy for the last time? Does it mean that her life will only mediocre happiness? Bedelia shakes her head, refusing to believe that her memories were only her imagination. There was a cave here and it was big enough for his ship to attack others, but it disappeared just like her hopes for another kind of life. SHIP! The voice makes her jump and her eyes focus on the shape that moves towards them a little too fast to be entirely natural. And then she recognises the ship, the same as when she was still a child even if perhaps a little more rotten than she used to. The Silent Mary is about to break hers when she sees him and yells.
❝ Armando! ❞
