**English version of the WATTYS 2019 WINNER story**
1672, Caribbean Sea.
He lost everything for her. She risked everything for him.
But maybe love is not enough to bridge over so many deep differences between them, and the only way for them is goodb...
The girl did a curtsy. "I'm sorry I didn't tell Your Grace."
"Maybe Your Grace fancies a pet?" Morris asked with an ironic smile, showing the bird to Dolores.
"Thank you, but I like dogs better," Dolores replied blatantly.
Any man found it hard to keep their eyes away from her collar. But Morris needed an extra effort when he spotted there the brooch he'd sent her two days earlier. Alma joined them, nodding hi at Segovia.
"General, what a surprise. It's been days since you last visited us," she said.
Segovia flashed an arrogant smile. "I wish I had more time for visiting. But the commander's post demands dedication."
"Alma is right," said Dolores. "Why don't you come for dinner tonight? Bet the captain will be interested in the news."
Marina got ready to tackle down his friend when Segovia kissed Dolores' hand. "There's no saying no to you, dear."
"And what does it eat?" the girl asked, turning to Morris.
He forced himself to look down at her and replied through clenched teeth. "Seeds and fruit, Miss. He's easy to content."
"We'll be waiting for you, then," said Alma to Segovia.
"It'll be my pleasure, as usual. Shall we, Dolores?"
Dolores smiled at Alma and couldn't fight the temptation to meet Morris' eyes one last time. "And if you happen to have a water dog with no flees, don't hesitate to bring it to me. My child here will give you the address."
Morris lowered his head, and kept his eyes down until Dolores and Segovia started back to the coach.
"News?" Marina repeated. "What did she mean?"
"I don't like that man, pearl," Morris grunted.
"Me neither, and I'm not into Dolores like you. Stay sharp."
"Don't worry. We're watching the harbor and the garrison, in case something goes wrong and you don't have a chance to warn us."
Marina managed to press his hand with a quick smile. He pressed her fingers and smiled back at her.
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Castillano played dice with the guards at the daily dining room when Dolores came back from her ride with Segovia. She strode across the room in a hurry. The men looked up at her. Castillano noticed she was paler than usual, the wet spark in her eyes, and that she held her shawl closed over her collar. But Dolores didn't give him a chance to ask anything. She went on to the kitchen.
"Aren't they back from the market yet?" she asked the cook, and she sounded agitated.
"No, Your Grace, but they won't take long. How can I help you?"
"Bring me a speedwell tea, please. I'll be in my room."
Castillano frowned when he heard her, but he couldn't just take off after her to question her. So he kept playing. What could have happened for Dolores to need a relaxing tea? And how did she know Alma and Marina had gone to the market, if they'd left after her?
The other two were back soon, and Marina took the tea to Dolores. A moment later, Castillano heard her call from the upper-floor gallery.
"Alma! Come! Hurry, please!"
The housekeeper rushed by the men's table, alarmed by Marina's urgency. At Dolores' room, she found Dolores crying her heart out while the girl helped her take her dress off.
"He threatened her! And he beat her!" Marina snarled, her black eyes burning in fury.
"What? Who? Why?"
Marina helped Dolores lie down in bed and sat by her side, holding her in her arms in a protective embrace. "That Segovia bastard. In the coach, after meeting us. And look at the ripped collar. Did he try to abuse you, Dolores?"
The woman hid her face against Marina's chest, suffocating a cry. Alma sat down on the bed with them and covered Dolores with a shawl, rubbing her back.
"Why?" she asked again, lowering her voice.
"Because I made that comment about news," Dolores cried. "He told me that if I ever were that indiscreet again, he'd strangle me with his own hands."
Marina caressed her hair and kissed her forehead. "Calm down, my dear friend. He'll pay for what he did."
"And the son of a bitch is coming for dinner anyway!"
"Drink your tea, Dolores. It'll help you," Alma said gently.
Dolores fought back her tears and hoisted herself up on an elbow, accepting the cup Marina held for her. Alma's eyes opened wide in shock when she spotted the bruise on the side of Dolores' neck and the scratch like the trace of claws across her chest, toward her collar.
"We must get ready, pearl," Dolores murmured. "The news... The jury summoned the captain. He must be in Veracruz by Monday."
"That means they're taking him away within two days tops!"
Dolores nodded. She was able to drink half her tea and lay down again, wiping her tears.
"Alma, go fetch something from the ground floor. And if you find the captain alone, tell him what happened."
"Yes, pearl."
The woman hurried out of the room and Dolores let out a shaky chuckle that surprised Marina.
"Alma is already one of your sailors," Dolores said. "Yes, pearl! And there she goes, running to do what you told her to."
The girl chuckled too, caressing Dolores' hair again. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."
"You're a blessing, dear. Seeing you boss everybody around makes me feel a little less battered."
"Two days, my friend. In two days we'll be free. And then you'll say and do whatever you want. And you'll live your life any way you want. And only with who you want around."
Dolores pressed her hand and nodded with a sad smile, her eyes welling again.
