Chapter 39: The Pirate’s den.
After weeks of marital bliss, the crow master called out, “Land ahoy!”
As they watched the land mass growing in front of them, Roberto became tense, silent. His voice sounded strange when he spoke.
“It is the southern point of Madagascar. We still have three days left and then we will be at the Isle of Saint Marie at the house of the Falcon. There are things that I still need to tell you, my Rosa,” he said, hesitance in his voice.
“Yes, my love?” she lifted her trusting gaze to him. He swallowed hard, touching her face
“Things will be different there. Things will seem strange, and sometimes what seems true is not. There are no laws and no morals. The only law that counts is the Falcon’s. He is a hard and cruel man and does not take deception lightly. The best course is always to be straightforward. Say only what is necessary.” He gulped, taking in deep breaths as if he braced himself against whatever lay out there.