Hello my lovelies! I have returned from the grave! Hah.

Ok so a couple things. I had intended on this to be a one-shot… however I have gotten so into it that I have decided to go ahead and make it a full blown story. I have fallen hard for El Matador del Mar. I mean… hard. I am so disappointed with how few fics there are for this beautiful man. He is just… amazing. So.. Here I am.

I will try to update regularly, but I do not actually have internet access at my home currently, so I have to wait until I go to my dad's about every other weekend. I will try my best to update as often as I can. Probably will be two or three chapters at a time to make up for it ;)

The beginning is loosely based on an awesome RP my friend (XxLaBellaNottexX) and I have been doing.

My inspiration to even begin writing, as well as a lot of the ideas for, this lovely fic is owed to an equally lovely new friend by the name of Nettacartwright. She has become an awesome beta for me. I had never had a beta before but omg. I don't know how I will be able to continue without one. So helpful! She also has a soft spot for the Spanish Captain, so go check out her awesome fics.

And as always, thank you to the lovely MeltyCat for the inspiring (FUCKING DO EEET MATE) words.

Go check out all their stories. They are all very talented authors.

I must also say that I speak very little Spanish. Like, basic sentences. That is it. So I will not be having them speak in Spanish. Use your damn imagination. Some words will be Spanish. Don't like it? Well there is the door ;) For the most part they will actually be speaking Spanish regularly. I will put the text meant to be in Spanish in parenthesis.

I own nothing but Adelaide. Cora belongs to XxLaBellaNottexX. And anyone you recognize belongs to Disney. Not me. XD

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Flying. She was flying. Soaring above the waters like a gull. It was a beautiful feeling to be so free, so above the world. She felt nearly invincible.

The ocean she flew above was a calm, and beautiful blue-green. The wind against her face was warm, tinted with a light taste of salt. She felt completely at peace.

On the horizon sailed a large, beautiful naval ship. She knew that ship from anywhere. It was the Maria Silencio. The Silent Mary. Many times had she walked the decks, but only once had she sailed on it before. It was a beautiful ship to behold, even far more beautiful in motion, that was certain.

The scene before her faded to black, suddenly switching to another where the Silent Mary was surrounded by several pirate ships. They were all firing upon her, but with several levels of cannons, she most certainly could hold her own.

Her chest tightened as she watched the handsome Spanish Capitan command the ship, barking orders, running his ship with a stern hand.

Oh how she loved that man. To see him in such a powerful position… it made her skin tingle and tighten.

As she watched, it felt as though she were floating all around the ships. Watching the chaos ensue from each angle, then slowly it had all come to a halt. Finally the cannon firing ceased. She let out a sigh of relief as the Silent Mary came out practically unscathed, as each of it's adversaries sunk below the blue water line. All, but one.

Just as Armando began to congratulate his men, there was a voice on the air. She could barely hear it. She could barely make out the words. All sounds were garbled as though she were listening from under the water.

The scene before her suddenly cut out and shifted and the Silent Mary was following the same ship into some sort of rock formation. It was nearly a perfect triangle formed in the rock structure. It was eerily beautiful, though the sight made her a bit inexplicably sick. A name came to her… Repeating itself like a crazy drunkard in the local tavern. The Devil's Triangle. Something did not set well with her. It did not feel welcoming. It nearly made her skin crawl.

And The Silent Mary was headed right for it.

Suddenly the ship which it was chasing threw it's rope to the passing rock formation, catching to make a sudden turn. She knew the term… It was a bootleg turn.

The ship was sailing to safety as The Silent Mary headed for the entrance.

She opened her mouth to yell, to scream for them to abandon ship, but no sound came. It seemed she had lost her ability to use her vocal chords.

She watched as the ship sailed into the Triangle. A sudden explosion sounded and she watched in silent horror as the Silent Mary went up in flames.

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Adelaide Primrose Salazar jolted awake with a start. Her breathing was heavy as she sat upright and held her chest. Her body was soaked in sweat, she could hear her heart in her ears as she looked around the room. It took her a moment to realize that she was in her home, back in the room she shared with her husband, who had previously been sleeping peacefully besides her.

Armando let out a groan as he was aroused from a solid, deep sleep.

"(Addy… what is wrong my heart?)" his voice was low, husky with his relaxed state.

Adelaide took another deep breath to steady her beating heart before she looked over to her husband.

"Nothing… Bad dream." she finally answered in English after catching her breath.

Armando let out a sigh of his own as he turned over to face his wife, his eyes half lidded as he looked up at her.

"It has been a week since I have returned. Every night you have woken with a nightmare. Perhaps you should make an appointment to see Mother Superior, Mi Amor?" he suggested as he moved over to pull her down into his embrace. Adelaide relaxed as she shimmied down and she let him wrap his arms around her shoulders.

"Why? What could she do for it? I do not think demons are plaguing my mind." she said as she turned to face him and curled into his embrace.

She took in a deep breath. A wonderful scent, which was purely Armando, invaded her senses. He smelled of the sea, spice, and musk. She would never tire of it.

"It would give me peace of mind." he said as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"Armando... I am sure that this is nothing but nerves. You will be leaving in a day's time and perhaps I am just not ready? This is your shortest visit home yet." she said before she leaned her head up just enough to catch his lips. They were so soft, so warm.

"I know this. It does not make me happy, Adelaide," he started after reluctantly pulling away from her. "but we are so close. We needed to come home just long enough to restock our supplies and spend a little time with our loved ones before we head out once more. This is not permanent my Soul." he said before he moved in to capture her lips once more. After a moment, he pulled away and leaned back, pulling her with him. She was more than content, laying her head off to the side of his chest, listening to his heart beat as she ran her fingers through the short, thick, curly black hairs on his chest.

"I am sorry I awoke you mi amor." she whispered and he let out a sigh as he ran a hand through her thick copper tresses.

"Do not think on it my love. Let us get some sleep and enjoy tomorrow." he said as he pulled the duvet a bit higher over the two of them. Adelaide sighed as she buried her face into his chest.

It took a while, but eventually Adelaide found rest, the rhythm of Armando's heart lulling her into peaceful sleep.