Title: Princess & the Frog rewrite

Chapter: 1 Prince of San Rosario

Rated: M, for language

Disclaimer: Walt Disney

Author:

Summary: Disney's Princess and the Frog but rewritten. Think of it as the black version. This is the story if Tiana wasn't turned into a frog and the prince was black.

Author's note: Okay, so the new prince of this story is nothing like Naveen. This is because I'm trying to make the character deeper and be more like the original character in The Frog Prince. When I watched Princess & the Frog I noticed that Naveen had really the princess personality while Tiana had somewhat of the frog prince personality. I don't about you, but I'm tired of the same prefect princess with a lazy jerky man. Girls can be selfish too and that's the kind of person the princess was in the original story. Also try to guess what country my prince is from by just reading the first four paragraphs.

Chapter 1: Prince of San Rosario

Years later in a far away kingdom, San Rosario, there lived a royal family. It was a powerful empire. There once was a time where San Rosario was conquered, but the people fought and earned back their freedom and monarchy years ago. Around the empire the other native towns on the island were just gaining their independence and becoming a communist.

That night in San Rosario, the streets were full Zambo, White-Latino, Mulatto, Afro-Latino, Asian, and Indigenous people dancing. Right now there was a festival going on. Everyone was cerebrating. It was carnival. The parade just started at seven. All the streets were blocked for fun and dancing. The kingdom had been celebrating since twelve in the morning. Now it was ten at night. Everyone loved carnival. They loved dressing up, putting on mask, drinking, and riding on floats. They were actually celebrating the anniversary of the birth of the Prince Alonso. He just turned twenty.

He was sitting on top of the biggest float looking down on his people with excitement. They all cheered. He had female servants serving him wine and fruit at his side. He took a glass and took a long drink before tossing the glass aside, getting up and leaping off the float. The people cheered more. Among the crowd he danced.

Some women were dressed in colorful bikinis with decorative headdresses. Other women danced in rumba dresses. The men either wore speedos, shorts, or breechcloths. There was a lot of hip swaying and grinding going on. There was fast beat of Danzón music playing.

Three drummers were beating into the Guaguancó rhythm with a singer in the background. Alonso danced through the crowd saying "hi" to people on the way until he spotted his friend.

Fabián was doing the flirtatious dance, the rumba, with a girl. Fabián was wearing a guayabera shirt and shorts. He circles around her as they danced. Fabián was a mulatto. His skin was a nice yellow color. He had a small mustache and wore glasses.

"Hey Fabián!" Alonso waved heading towards him.

Fabian looked up and noticed the prince. "Mantenga un segundo bebé."

"Ay man nice party." He raised his hand up as he approached him and the two slammed hands. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks man."

"No, thank you!" Fabián insisted excitedly. "Listen, thank you so much. Do you know how many fine honeys come here during carnival?"

"I see. What's her name?" The prince nodded his chin to the side, indicating the woman he left waiting dancing by herself.

He blinked.

"…huh?"

"Why aren't I surprise?" Alonso laughed, shaking his head. You couldn't count on Fabián to remember a girl's name to save his life.

"N'all, I'm just playin' with you. It's Carmen," he said proudly then paused thinking. "Or was it Carmencita? Selena… Oh, fuck it!" He waved off. "The point is the honey's fine!"

"Right." He nodded crossing his arms. The two laughed.

"Now get the hell out of here!" Fabian shoved him. "All you're going to do is take away my attention. I'm trying to get busy tonight."

"Ay, don't let me stop you." Alonso raised his hands up. "Do yo thang player."

'You know it."

Alonso let out another laugh as he turned away. He started doing a little head bopping in the crowd. He closed his eyes and did a little spin. A servant was holding a tray of wine Alonso reached for one and took a sip. He started backed away. Not looking where he was going, he then bumped into someone. He dropped his glass.

"Ooh, sorry."

"My bad…" Alonso started—

His eyes then feel upon an Asian-Cuban girl with mid-back brown hair.

His mouth hanged opened.

"I-I um…"

She was a looker.

She smiled. "Hola. I'm Franica."

"I-I-I…" He stammered.

She let out a little laugh.

He bites his bottom lip.

Girls made him stupid, especially pretty girls, plush this one had a really nice body.

She cleared her throat.

"Excuse me." He finally breathed out.

She let out a giggle. "Its fine, your highness."

"H-ha, ha, ha." He nervously laughs. When Alonso looked back Fabian was dancing with now three women at once. Lucky bastard. He always was a playboy. He turned back around at Francia. Still there were butterflies in his stomach.

"I'm—I'm…"

"Your highness, the prince." She finished. She didn't need an introduction.

"Yeah, well I'm also Alonso too," he informed, finally getting the nerve to talk properly.

"Alonso," she repeated.

"Yeah." He nodded. "It's alright for you to call me that."

She ran her hand through her hair. She looked around before asking, "Say, Alonso you wanna dance?"

He was just staring at her until he snapped out of it. "…I'm sorry, what?"

"Dance," she repeated, with a smile. "Do you want to?"

He blinked. "T-Together?"

"Well usually when someone asks to dance they mean with the other person." She said with a smirk.

"Right," He laughed out uncomfortable, feeling stupid. He could act so stupid in front of girls.

"Sooo…" she started, looking up at him, a dash of blush on her cheek.

"Oh!" He said finally realizing he didn't give her an answer. "Um, yeah sure."

They started to salsa dance together. Alonso had always been a great dancer. The dance was fast and very active requiring a lot of hip movement and foot work. He spun her around. A crowed started to form around them. He was having fun. He loved dancing and she was

She missed a step when coming forward. He caught her and she fell into him. They laughed.

They were staring, face-to-face now. He bravely lifted up his hand and brushed her hair back, out of her face.

"Sorry." She said right into his lips. "I'm a bit clumsy—"

Alonso lifted her chin a bit and kissed her as the fire cracks went off. It was a wondrous sight, but nothing could compare to fireworks that went off in his chest as the two press their lips against one another's.

.~.

The next day Alonso was in bed snoring up a storm. He was back at home in the Mesoamerican pyramid. It was decorated with polished green marble and transparent linen curtains. His room was of alabaster stone.

"Alonso, Alonso." A voice called out.

The young prince groaned as he slowly started to wake up. His eyes fluttered open to the sight of an old male servant.

"Ahhh!" He screamed taken back, clutching his pillow.

The servant cleaned his throat. "Prince Alonso your mother wishes to speak with you," he informed flatly.

A woman in a long white silk gown and aqua bustier and a matching headdress walked into the room. Her jewelry was made up of gold, jade and topaz. Her name was Empress Chelo, the emperor's Zambo wife. Her head was held high as always. She was a much respected woman. She wore wisdom and elegance on her shoulders. She had wide golden brown eyes, a flat nose full lips, and curly long dark hair. She was known as the beauty of Sao Rosario Mantañosa and also its wisdom. If she floated instead of walking, she would be mistaken for a goddess.

"Mother! I didn't expect to see you till breakfast." Alonso said nervously as he fumbled out of the bed. He started fixing his maxtlatl, trying to make himself presentable.

"Its noon Alonso," she corrected.

"Oh…" He sucked in. "Geeze, mama I'm so—"

She holds her hand up, signifying him to be silence. He was quiet.

"It's alright you and your friends have had quite an evening last night."

He blushes a little, remembering the girl and the little make out session. He starched the back of his neck. "Yeah."

"I hope you enjoy the party," his mother said. "Your father went out his way to make sure it was to your liking."

"It was." He grinned.

"You should thank him." The Empress suggested, but it sounded more of a demand.

Alonso nodded.

The empress went through his things on a table—an empress right, of course—and stumbled upon a record. She read it. "Ella Fitzgerald?"

"She's the queen." Alonso informed.

Empress Chelo glared at him and said seriously, "Darling, we all know that I rival the wrath of any queen."

"I meant the queen of jazz."

"Whatever, darling." She set the record back down. "Now put those things away, and the construction area. Your brother is waiting for you there."

He bowed before she left. He put on a more respectable maxtlatl, golden bangles, and a golden pendant that hung on his chest.

.~.

At the construction site for a new temple construction workers were building. Using water, sand, and straw they built an empire all under the guidance of the monarchy. The loud sounds of the heavy machinery of bulldozers, cranes, and excavators filled the area.

The sixteen-year old prince was talking to a few of the other workers at the desk; looking over the plans. He was proclaimed regent by the emperor two years ago. That title seemed like it should have gone to the eldest son, but the emperor felt that Carmelo deserved it. And to Alonso's shame he was appointed royal chief architect...by his brother. Alonso appreciated it, but Carmelo was the youngest. Alonso should have been the one appointing his brother not the other way around. Alonso was always good at numbers and making plans, but still…

"I'm sure we will get everything done in just two more months at this speed. When my brother comes here with his plans, we can discuss what will be done with the entrance. We will make it the grandest temple of all of Cuba—"

He then spotted Alonso approaching the site. He smiles.

"Ay, brother, glade to see you are up!" Carmelo calls out.

"Hola, Carmelo." He said, finally at the desk.

"I wanted to discuss our plans for the new temple. Do you have the plans for the—"

"Right here." Alonso extended the rolled up paper in his hand.

"Ah." He took it and opened it. He nodded his head. "Hmmm. Yeah this could work. I really like your idea of the statue being right here at the gateway."

"I was thinking it could be made of limestone."

"Kudos for making it of dad. You know how to stay on his good side, huh?" The younger sibling laughed.

"If only." He said under nether his breath looking at their plans. Huh, Carmelo was planning on adding a fountain...

Carmelo let out a sigh and elbowed him in his shoulder. "Vamos Homre. You ain't still bitchin' over the regent thing, are you?"

Alonso mouth was stood straight. He shook his head. "No…No. Nada." He sighed. He gave him a smile and said softly, "Let's just get this temple done, huh?"

Carmelo grinned. "Right."

They started going over the plans some more.

Rather Alonso admitted it or not they did make a prefect good team. Together Alonso and Carmelo had constructed a new garden, amphitheatre, and now another temple. They have been working on it since last year.

"Stop!"

Everyone turned to the sight of a man running with a bag in his hand from the guards. He was heading towards the temple. He was almost there when a guard tackled him to the ground. The coins and fruit scattered on the ground. A guava rolled near Alonso feet. He looked at the man.

Carmelo shook his head. "Filthy peasant," he said in disgust. "Good they caught him in time."

"You are to be a slave for now on." The guard said tying a rope around his boney wrist tightly.

"Ouch!" the man cried.

"That man!" Alonso said.

"A thief." Carmelo corrected. "Let the guards handle it." Carmelo turned back to the plans.

"Now there should be a huge body of water near the temple. I got the idea when I noticed how close we built this thing near the river…"

Alonso bit his lip he hesitantly turned back to the plans too.

"No. Please wait! My family. They need me."

"Papa!"a little boy cried.

Carmelo was still talking about the temple. Alonso couldn't focus. There was too much going on behind him. He turned around and watches as the guards started to pull the man away with the child being hold down by his sobbing mother. Someone had to stop this, Alonso thought.

"Hey, are you even listening?" Carmelo cried. He pulled Alonso's chin and made him look "C'mon man pay attention."

"Sorry." The older prince apologized. Carmelo started talking again. Alonso tried to listen, but the child screaming in the background and the mother's sobbing was too much.

"Someone should stop this." Alonso suddenly said, interrupting his brother.

Carmelo raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Bro, relax, they're only slaves."

Alonso glared at him. He turned around making a first. Determinately he marched over to them.

"Hey… Hey you. I command you to stop!" He called out. The construction workers paused and watch the scene.

The guards then paused and noticed that they were in the royal presence.

"Sire?" They bowed taking the thief down with them, digging his face into the dirt. It kind of ticked Alonso off. "This man has been caught stealing from your people; coins from their wallets and food from their shops. He's a clever pickpocket. It's like your father's law. Anyone seen committing a crime shall be punished by slavery."

Now standing right above them Alonso said in a stern voice, "My father's law is none of your concern. I demand you let him go, now."

Carmelo came up from behind him, grabbed his shoulder and turned his around. "Alonso, stop this. Don't worry about him. He can pay back his freedom."

"In how long, brother?" He snapped brushing his brother's hand away. "When his son is only filled with dust and breathing his last breath? His child is starving today not in two years!"

"He commits a crime! That's against us and the emperor!" Carmelo reminded.

Alonso glared at him. He shoved his little brother away and storm towards the guards. He pulled out one of their daggers and raised it.

He looked at the crowd of people who had formed. "This is a free man!"

He took the old man's arms and then he cuts the ropes.

The man hesitant looked at him confused and scared.

"It's alright. Go! Hurry!"

The man said his thanks and ran. No guard chased him. It was against the law. They just named him a slave. Only the son of the emperor was allowed to chase a slave on temple grounds.

Carmelo grabbed Alonso by the shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing?" Carmelo shouted in disbelief. "Alonso, catch him!" He pointed.

"No."

Carmelo glared at him. "Then I will." He shoved passed him. He had no intention to run. No instead he grabbed a bow and arrow from a guard and readying it, aiming right for the man's leg.

Alonso looked in horror. Thinking quickly he went over to the pig pin and smacked one of the pigs on the bottom, making them start a stampede. They ran and tripped over Carmelo into the mud. Carmelo struggled to get up. When he finally was able to stand the man was far gone. There was no point in even firing an arrow. He was way out of range. The works then chattered amongst themselves.

"Who did that?"

"The Prince?"

"Alonso, let the thief go."

"Why would he go against his father's law?"

Carmelo turned back covered in mud, feeling humiliated and angry. No one dared to laugh at the prince. They just stared and that just made him more heated.

"What are you all looking at? Get back to work!" He ordered. Everyone scatted about starting to work again.

He stormed towards his older brother.

"Alonso." He started.

"Carmelo, I'm sorry. I just—"

"—We shall see what father will say about this." He grunted. He left to go clean himself up.

Alonso lowered his head. Fuck.

.~.

Alonso was now standing in the private throne room before one of the most powerful men in the world, his father. His mother stood in the corner. She too, had heard about the incident.

"Do you know what other nobles and monarchs tell me Alonso?" Emperor Alejandro asked sternly, sitting in his throne. He was wearing a breechcloth, a feathered headdress, jewelry, and cloak. He wore a golden pendent that hung on his chest.

Before Alonso could answer the emperor answered for him. "Your son Alonso is a disappointment. He does not have the backbone to rule an empire. It should go to your youngest son. And you know what? I'm starting to consider it."

Alonso stepped forward a little. "My Lord, emperor. Let me explain—"

"Silence! Your emperor speaks." He ordered. His voiced boomed through the large room.

Alonso was quiet.

"When I pass on, you will take my place. How can I trust that the kingdom I worked so hard to build won't go to the ground when you are rewarding thieves and abusing guards? As I heard you made a fool of your brother today."

"But father that man was old and weak!" Alonso explained. "Carmelo was going to shoot him with an arrow!"

"He was a thief." The emperor yelled. "Stealing from another man is like stealing from me. And letting that thief go was an insult to me and my rules."

Alonso frowned. "I-I'm sorry." He said meekly. "I did not mean to—"

"Yes, you don't mean a lot of things. You didn't mean to disobey my rules, didn't mean to insult me, didn't mean to ruin traditions, didn't mean to question my judgment of you leadership—"

"Well, maybe I never asked for it!" he snapped.

Chelo gasped. "Alonso!"

There was silence.

The emperor looked down on him. "Leave us, Chelo."

The empress bowed then left the room.

Alonso lowered his head.

The emperor stood and walked over to his son.

"Son, come here." He took the young man outside. He pointed at the flag that hung on the roof.

"Look. What do you see?"

"A flag—I mean, our flag, sire."

"When was it adopted?" He asked.

This again, Alonso thought bitterly to himself.

"1902. Four years before I was born."

"And what does it stand for?"

"Umm, well the stripes… the stripes represent the three parts that our country was divided during the independence wars, central, occidental, and oriental areas of the country." He pointed.

"Mmm-hmm." He pressed Alonso to go on.

"And the white stripes symbolize the purity patriotic cause. The red triangle stands for the blood of our nation. And the star… the star symbolizes the sky turning red from the bloodshed of our forefathers in battle."

"Correct. Your forefathers have done much for you. You only can repay them by taking my place as emperor and ruling this empire to greatness. It's the reason that you stand here today."

"Papa—"

"You are a prince of Cuba. You don't have to lower yourself to commoners." He said firmly.

Alonso closed his eyes sighing. "Papa, that man didn't deserve to be a slave," he said softly.

Emperor Alejandro put his hand on Alonso's shoulder affectionately.

"Alonso, you have your mother's gentleness and heart, but you are to be emperor. You must have a stern fist and conscious mind. You can't act off on emotion. The good of the majority is your goal. Now that man will steal tomorrow."

Alonso opened his mouth about to retort, but paused, instead he lowered his head. "I was not thinking." He admitted, ashamed.

"Your duty is to your country. The crown is a burden to bear, but it is your burden. None of us asked for it. It was destine for us. Your people need you. Remember that."

And with that his father left.

Alonso looked up at the flag then sighed.

.~.

Alonso was in a large room looking in the mirror, thinking about what his father had said.

The empress entered the room and spotted him. She walked up behind him and placed her chin on his shoulder. She looked at their reflection in the mirror.

"You've grown taller than me now," she observed.

The empress was known as being a very tall woman.

"Yeah, I guess I did…"

"Everything will soon be yours." She whispered. "The kingdom, riches, army. Everything will be yours to bear."

Alonso sighed. He walked away from the mirror. "I know. I've been getting that a lot lately. Thanks for the reminder." He said abruptly.

The empress frowned.

"You look troubled my son," she folded her hands together.

"It's nothing just…" It was hard for him to get it out.

He walked out into the garden. The same garden he and Carmelo built.

She followed.

"Yes?" she pressed, curiously.

He sat on the side of the square fountain.

"Everyone expects me to be great don't they?" He asked.

"You are their future emperor," she simply said.

"God I didn't expect this to happen so soon." He ran his hands over his face. She hesitantly sat down next to him.

"I'm papa's disappointment, aren't I?" He asked.

"No!" Chelo touched his shoulder. "He loves you. You must understand that a lot of eyes are upon his majesty. You are his lineage. He just hopes the best for you."

"Well, can you tell him not to hope so hard?" He said bitterly. "Like papa said weakness can bring down a monarchy."

"You're not weak! You're smart, kind, sensitive—"

"Yeah, all the things he doesn't like. Just my luck." He looked up in the birds flying in the sky.

"He is proud of you. Because of you, we have this beautiful garden." She said firmly, indicating everything around them. "You and your brother built an amphitheatre! How could he not be proud?"

"But… I mean, he appointed Carmelo regent." Alonso waved his hands. "Regent!"

The empress questioned her husband's choice of appointing Carmelo regent too but said nothing. She had to respect his decision. He was emperor. She wanted to tell her son that but instead Chelo hugged him. "He knows you will do great in the future."

"Yeah? I just don't want to see the look on his face when I disappoint him." Alonso said sadly.

Chelo frowned.

.~.

A week later there the emperor held a council meeting.

The members all waited until the emperor would arrive.

Alonso walked into the room.

"Hey player!"

He turned around to see Fabián leading on the wall.

"Hi," he said flatly.

"I haven't seen you since you were lip locking with that girl at you party last week."

"Yeah?"

"And I also saw you two leaving together. I gotta say I never thought Sir Stutter would ever get with a girl." He laughed. "So have you seen her since then?"

"Na'll. Doesn't matter it's not like we were dating or anything."

"Good. I can check that up." Fabian said in a low voice. "What you been up to?"

Alonso sighed. "I've been busy." He simply said.

Fabián noticed his friend expression.

"Hey man, are you alright?" He asked concern.

Before Alonso could reply the empress walked into the room.

She walked over to Alonso and started talking to him.

Fabián was enjoying the view he was getting.

"Hello your majesty," Fabian moaned, drooling over the view of her exposed back. It didn't matter to him if she was his best friend's mother, or empress in that fact, she was still fine woman to his concern.

"Fabián, how disrespectful to not be barefoot in the sight of your emperor," she merely said not even bothering to turn around.

Fabián looked down and behold he was wearing sandals. He fumbled to quickly take them off.

.~.

"The American market is growing as we speak." The emperor announced. Everyone was seated and listening closely. "At this time America has great economic growth and widespread prosperity driven by government growth policies, a boom in construction, and the rapid growth of consumer goods such as automobiles. They are at the peak of the market. For them they are living in the days where they want to spend everything. They are one of the wealthiest countries right now. They can be of value to us."

"As you all know we have been spending the country letters back and forth, about forming an alliance with their nation. I plan to make that alliance happen. We have decided that we will send an ambassador to unite the alliance with America. All we need now is an ambassador…"

Alonso paused, thinking. An idea came into his head.

One of the council members asked a question. The emperor started to answer it.

Alonso bit his lip. Hesitantly, he looked around to see if anyone was about to volunteer. No one made any sudden moves. Alonso stood up and shouted, "I volunteer, sire!"

Everyone turned to the young prince.

The emperor turned around and looked at him.

"You?" he asked in disbelief.

"Papi, let me do. I want to be the one represent this country." He breathed out. He was breathing hard now. He felt nervous.

"You want to be our ambassador?" Emperor Alejandro asked.

"Y-yes, sir." He nodded. "Please allow me to… serve my country."

He glared at him. He looked into his son's brown eyes. He then smirked. He had to admit he felt a bit impress by his son's sudden change. "Alright." He agreed. "Prince Alonso will be our ambassador."

Chelo gasped.

Fabián yanked him down. "Man, what the fuck are you doing? That's a whole another country!" He said between his teeth.

"I'm proving myself to my father. He won't see me as weak if I make this alliance happen." Alonso whispered back.

"Alonso," the emperor called out.

"Yes sire?" He shot back up.

"Plan to be leave in three days." He turned to the servants. "Please pack Prince Alonso things for his trip. He'll be gone for the rest of the year."

"Yes, sire." They bowed before leaving the room.

The emperor looked back at his son.

Alonso took a deep breath in pride. His was right. He was going to do something right for once.

.~.

Three days later, Alonso was standing at the harbor, holding one of his bags. A big ship was sitting tall in the sea.

He took a deep breath. He was leaving. He turned around and looked at his home.

A hand then clapped on his shoulder. He turned around to see Carmelo.

"Hey bro. No hard feelings?" He extended his hand.

Alonso smiled and shook it.

"Of course not. We're brothers, aren't we?"

"Only since birth."

They hugged.

"You'll be alright finishing the temple without me right, little bro?" Alonso asked as they pulled away.

Carmelo grinned. "Yeah, whatever man. You just try not to screw anything up in American."

They then heard a throat clear. The younger prince moved aside for the empress.

Alonso smiled. "Mama…"

They hugged.

She placed a hand on his cheek. "I have no doubt you will represent us well, my son."

Alonso looked up at his father standing straight and tall. He approached him. He bowed.

"The Americans are very different from our customs." The emperor said seriously. "They do not expect someone of your appearance to have your statics. When someone addresses you always demanded for them to address you as sire and nothing less. You are of royal blood, remember that Alonso."

"Yes." He nodded.

"Do us well my son," he touched Alonso on the shoulder.

"I will my lord." Alonso assured.

"Now go."

Alonso bowed then handed towards the boat.

"Yo!"

Alonso turned around to see Fabián. He held up the bag on luggage in his hand and shrugged smiling.

Alonso laughed running towards him.

"Thanks man."

They slapped hands together. Alonso felt a huge amount of relief with friend coming with him.

"What are friends for if they don't accompany you all the way to another country?"

They boarded the ship and it started to sail off.

Fabián stares off into the distance. "Well, so long Cuba."

Suddenly some music started playing in the background.

Well, I've got the Heebies

I mean the Jeebies

Talking about

the dance, the Hebbie Jeebies

Do, because they're boys

Because it pleases me to be joy…

"What's this?" Fabian asked turning around to see a record player on the floor.

"It's jazz music." Alonso informed.

"Jazz?" He never once heard of this kind of music. It sounded strange to him.

"Yeah, it's from America. New Orleans."

"Oh, I get it. You're learning your pry. Who's this singing?" Fabián asked.

"Oh, that's Louis Armstrong. Heebie Jeebies."

"It's alright I guess. But what the heck is a heebie jeebie?"

"It's just a saying… I think."

Fabián nodded his head.

"So you got a plan to make these America's trust you?" He asked conversationally.

"I've been doing some research." Alonso started.

"Oooh?" He jokily said surprised.

"Fuck you. But seriously, I've been looking up America's wealthy and stumbled on something. There's a man that owns sugar mills and he has a daughter…" he paused for dramatic effect. "I'm going to woo and marry her to assure that the alliance happens. When the American president sees that I hooked up with one of his kind he will accept us."

"You really thought this through. I have to admit, I'm actually impress. I personality wouldn't tie myself down to anyone in the peak of my life, but hey, do your thing."

"So does Mrs. Alonso have a name?" Fabián asked.

Alonso leaned on the side of the rail.

"Unlike you I remember a name. It's Ms. Charlotte La Bouff. I've been sending letters to the family and Mr. La Bouff said I'm welcome to visit."

"La Bouff?" He asked, sounding impress.

"Yes, a real débutante. Eighteen."

Fabián let out a low whistle.

"Player, player, player!" He hit Alonso on the arm. "You're getting honeys you haven't even met yet."

"Yeah, I guess," he scratched his nose.

They were quiet for a while, just listening to the jazz music. Fabián then 'ohhed,' remembering something.

"Say, where did his majesty say we were going?" He asked.

"Actually, he let me decide." Alonso said proudly looking out onto the water.

Fabián's jaw dropped. "Huh? Seriously? Well, that's a first for em." He took off his glasses and cleaned them with his handkerchief.

Fabián hopped onto the rail. "What's the location? New York? DC?"

"Nope," Alonso said stretching his arms up. "It's New Orleans."