Marcela's eyes fluttered open and then shut again due to the pain that shot through her skull from the too bright light that shone through the windows. She let out a groan and covered her face with her arm. However, something was strange. She couldn't feel the normal rhythmic rocking that accompanied sleeping in the hammock that had been given to her. This was so much more comfortable than anything she'd ever had the luxury of sleeping on.

A warm hand encompassed hers. It was rough but not as large as she remembered Armando's being. Marcela gave one more attempt at opening her eyes. Before her sat Antonio. Though she was happy to have someone by her side, she was slightly disappointed that it wasn't Armando. Had that kiss been all in her head? After all, everything did still feel fuzzy. Maybe she had thought it all up in her concussed state. But it had felt so real.

"Where is he...?" Marcela asked, her brows knit together in concern. Antonio had to smile just slightly. He'd seen the way they'd been looking at each other when he'd come back with Barros. But after that, the captain had left without so much as a word. So Antonio had taken it upon himself to look after her. After what had happened the night before, he wasn't about to let her out of his sight. And he was a little bit disappointed that the captain didn't do the same. Perhaps something had happened. Antonio wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to pry into their business. He only hoped they would work through it.

"The captain left to get some air," Antonio murmured back, making up an excuse quickly. He knew her head must have hurt. Luckily, the wound wasn't very bad. It had bled profusely which worried everyone, but Barros assured them she should be fine given she had bed rest. He could see in her eyes that she didn't wholly believe him.

"Oh..." She whispered back. Her eyes were cast over at the door. Antonio knew that look in her eye. It was one of determination and there was no stopping her when she had made up her mind. She threw back the red velvety duvet and forced herself to sit up. Antonio made to gently push her back down, only to have his hand slapped away.

"And how long have I been asleep?" She asked softly.

"Two days..." Antonio muttered.

"And how long has he been gone?"

"...Two days..." He knew it wouldn't sit well with her. The captain hadn't been back once to check on her in all that time.

"I will find him." She snapped suddenly, standing on her wobbly feet. And there she went. Antonio internally chastised himself. He shouldn't have told her anything. He knew it would set her off.

"Marcela, you have no clothes on!" Antonio objected before she marched out bared before the whole world. Marcela stopped dead in her tracks, marched back and snatched the red duvet from the bed. She wrapped it snugly around herself and walked right out the door and into the sunlight.

There was a moment of pain before her eyes finally adjusted; and of course, her ankle was still quite painful, but when Marcela had a mind to do something, she tended not to pay much attention to anything that might stop her.

A few of the crew members, namely Lesaro stopped their daily tasks to gawk at her. It was as though they'd never seen a semi-naked woman covered only in their captain's red bed set before! She gave them an incredulous look before literally stomping up the stairs to the ship's wheel where she knew Armando would be. She just knew he was avoiding her. The nerve of that man! She'd nearly died and he'd just left. She understood that he had a ship to run but she'd thought they had something... unless she'd imagined it.

Marcela's hand collided with his cheek with a sharp smack. Armando hadn't even seen it coming. He was too busy staring at her. Surely she must understand what implications she'd made by barging out of his quarters in nothing but a red blanket wrapped around her! He stood there with his mouth slightly agape. What nerve she had! No woman had ever done such a thing to him.

"You avoid me! For two days!" Marcela accused with a scowl on her face.

Armando let out a little sigh. He should have left Lesaro with her. At least Lesaro wouldn't sympathize with her and tell her that he hadn't been in to make sure she'd been alright in all that time. But it was all the same. He knew that she'd hit her head very hard and after Armando had some time to think, he'd come to the conclusion that she didn't know what she was doing. She couldn't have been in the right mind and who was he to take advantage of a woman in such a vulnerable position? So he'd stayed away from her.

He pulled her aside and called Lesaro to the wheel to steer for the moment. Armando attempted to take her hand to steady her, though she just wrenched it back.

"Do you have any memory of what you did?" Armando asked quietly to her.

"Do you mean to ask me if I meant to kiss you?!" Marcela countered with a disbelieving tone. The crew was working though they were listening in on the conversation between their captain and the siren. This had to be the most interesting thing to happen in a very long time. Her arrival to the Silent Mary had turned out to be better entertainment than any show back in Spain.

"Yes, that is what I am asking," Armando nodded stiffly. The way her voice had raised was almost painful. He would prefer for his crew not to know about personal matters such as that. However, that wasn't what bothered him the most. He didn't like knowing she was upset with him.

"I do not regret it... I knew what I was doing... and I thought you did, too. I thought I could trust you. Are all land men the same?" She asked, her anger turning into hurt. Tears stained her eyes. She turned away from him as the realization hit her. There was no way they could work. They were worlds apart. Perhaps in another life...

"Marcela... I-" Armando was cut off by the sound of canon fire. There were ships approaching... a lot of them.