It was a beautiful morning.
Bright, in warm sky wandered little clouds. In the horizon, the sun went down and in the sunset you could see white sails showing up.
Everything started this evening.
I was sitting by the desk and reading my book, when someone knocked at my doors.
"Come in" I said, but didn't rise up my eyes from the book.
"Ana, I want to talk with you," said my father's voice.
"I don't," I refused.
"You see, lately you seam very… irritated," he said carefully and closed the doors.
"It's because of the weddings," I answered, but I knew, I was lying.
"We both know, it's not because of that," hardly sighted father. "Come closer, Ana, I want to say something to you."
Interested I turned around, and looked in his eyes. They were sad.
"What is happening?" I sighted. I could smell the stress, who outspreaded from him.
"I… I really don't know how to say that… You see… You are not Rafaela Delar."
"I'm not?" I asked surprised.
"You… I think it would be better, if I tell you everything," he sighted again and drew his head down. "Your grandfather, my father, wasn't cutler of Britain. His name wasn't Antonjo Delares."
"I don't understand," I pumped out my eyes. I was scared.
"Your mother's surname was Delar. So, we provided it for you…"
"Wait." I stopped his talk. "What was my grandfather?"
"Your grandfather was Alexander Turner, Spanish Pirates lord, and he died in a battle whit British Royal navy. I'm Antonjo Turner, Pirate lord, who disappeared. I thing, you were reading about me."
"No…No… No!" I screamed and threw my book in father. "I'm Rafaela Delar, daughter of the governor of Cuba, who's going to merry with Darius Murtha tomorrow! You are Antonjo Delares, the governor of Cuba, your father was a cutler of Britain, and…" I fell on the knees and started to cry." I have blood of pillage and plunder…Of pirates. I'm unclean."
"Ana, you can't change that…"
"Do Darius know about that?"
"No."
"Don't say to him, okay?" I rose up my red eyes. "Don't worry. I won't" he was going out of my room, but then stopped, and said "dry your tears and take a walk. It always helps."
He smiled and closed the doors. I started crying again.