Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Othman]

"It makes me sad to see brothers involving in squabbles over petty differences instead of uniting their powers and continue the traditions..

Obviously this would not be up to me, a young Corsair, to determine but to say the least that Pedro's will is far more different than the current situation our people behold. It gives me pain to say these but also makes me remember a small conversation I had with father Pedro just two weeks before the Alteneria's..."

For the moment he couldn't go on and stood still, his weary eyes making him feel inclined to break off like an elementary kid..

Teresa was aware as she quickly interrupted trying to console him..

"Sssh.. Okay, not again chico.. It's alright, come on.. Want to drink some coffee? It will make you feel better.."

Julio responded with a feeble voice..

"Maybe.."

"Hey Alfonso.. Could you bring us some coffee please?"

"Sure Teresa, coming in a bit.."

"Thanks.."

She still had her hand on Julio's shoulder in a caring manner as she had maybe never been before for an individual..

Julio took a deep breath, looked at his worn out hands and remembered the old days, his family and his sister Luciana for a second as words started to drop from the lips once again..

"Come here son.. Over here, hey.. Take a seat, hey Jose bring us Asturias Sider.."

"Sider coming Pedro.."

"Father, where were you for so long? I have had lots of questions in my mind and.."

"Listen to me son, listen carefully.. I have been busy for a while with important business..

It takes time to manage people around and the things lately.. Well, you should always be aware of the possible threats son.. One could never tell when exactly they are on your doorstep."

"Threats? What threats?"

"My innocent son.. We have been ruling this space for a very long time, and time has gravely proved me that it is always possible to face people those who sow sedition between the brothers and friends. You must keep your eyes open at all costs in the future, and prevent ill-bred scoundrels from dissenting the valuable bonds we have with our haughty friends."

Teresa was holding the coffee tray which was already losing its warmness and curiously listening to Julio as he felt intrigued for a second to look her in the eyes..

"Why do you look so sad Teresa? Is there something new that I don't know?"

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On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.