For many years, I lived alone with my brother, Antonio. We were just fine growing up with each other until the late 900s when the pirating days started up. For years, we would traverse the seas, making enemies and conquering new lands. With this, we had to come up with titles for ourselves. We were conquistadors.
Not only with the title change, we changed personalities. More my brother than me. I kept some good parts of my personality but adapted to the new change as well, embracing the era change as well. The era…it is surely different, I'll tell you.
"Ragazza! We have to leave!" A heavily Italian accented voice came from the door, signaling my time to leave. I tapped the toe of my boots on the ground before fixing my hat and running out the door, not before grabbing my ax.
"About time, ragazza," my brother's first mate Lovino huffed, following me. "Toni really wants to leave."
I smiled back at him. "Si…I know, Lovi~!"
The Italian growled something under his breath before turning back towards me. "Don't call me that, Carmen."
"But it's a muy lindo name," I replied, walking up to the main deck where a good amount of the crew rushed around preparing for the departure. I gazed up at the wheel deck which was directly above the captain's quarters. I saw Antonio talking with his two co-captains from the two ships in his armada.
I turned to the crew. "Alright everybody! Let's get this boat on the sea! We don't want Kirkland getting to the New World before us, now do we?"
Various disagreements echoed throughout the whole crew, even some coming from the co-captains. I lightly chuckled at the men before moving to untie the ship from the dock.