“No,” he answered me, “I went to Cadiz with some friends to catch it. I had been told that one called the Juan de Garay left from there, which had already made the crossing many times and that it was very safe and we left from there. I remember we were looking at the ship from the port. ‘It’s so big!’ said one of my friends, and behind us we heard, ‘And very nice! Yes, sir, so white I like it, it looks good, we can all rest assured that nothing will happen to us on board.’”
“We turned around and there she was, the prettiest girl I had ever seen, with her long black hair. It stole my attention, it reminded me of my mother’s. Whenever she would comb it, she would always put it up into a bun, but she had it very long and she would make it into a braid. When she had it stretched out I would t
