Chapter 58: About Cervantes and Ivy
- My daughter? – asked a surprised Cervantes. – What makes you think that?
- Well, I'm not sure, but…everything fits.
- What's everything? – grumbled Cervantes, losing his patience.
- This baby sling... – Ivy said. - I found it in my house. I'm an only child, so it was used on me.
- So what?
- My mother told me before she died that I had been adopted. My father found me on the beach when I was a baby. I think he found me along with this baby sling.
Cervantes was starting to understand.
- Probably, Joanne Stuart got pregnant that night her husband arrived home sooner than expected. Nine months later, I was born.
- She was almost a noble, so she couldn't allow herself to raise a bastard. – continued Cervantes.
- So she abandoned me, along with the only thing my father had left behind.
- Furthermore, she used the piece of my suit which had my name on it. So if you ever wanted to find your true parents, you would find me first.
Ivy nodded. Cervantes lowered his gun.
- Well, it seems like she succeeded. Here you are.
- Yes, but, I really didn't come here for that reason.
- You didn't? Then why? – asked Cervantes suspiciously.
- Because... – Ivy understood she had spoken too much, so she decided to lie. - ...the painting.
- The painting?
- I love art. I saw the painting depicting you in Joanne Stuart's mansion and I really liked it, and I wished to see more of the same artist. However, the painting didn't say anything about its author. Joanne didn't know it either, so I decided to look for the person who had given it to her. – Ivy was thinking really fast.
- I painted it myself. When I was alive, I was not only a pirate, but also a great painter. – he boasted. – But…what were you doing in Joanne Stuart's mansion?
- Em...she was my neighbour. – continued Ivy, knowing that her lie was falling apart. – I used to visit her.
- Your neighbour? Joanne Stuart's mansion was outside the city. She didn't have any neighbours.
- Well…eh…I guess she moved.
- So…you've come from England…for a painting?
- Yes. – said Ivy, trying to look truthful.
- Well, I don't have any more paintings. So you can go.
- But…I just found out you're my father!
- You may haven't noticed it, but your daddy's quite dead.
- Oh…well… – the true was that Ivy had almost forgotten that she had been talking to a zombie.
- I'm sorry, dear, but I can't let it be known that I'm still living as a zombie.
Those words frightened Ivy.
- I have never had women in my crew but… You're my daughter, so I guess I can make an exception. – he said with an evil grin.
He raised his gun again and, seconds later, the few zombies who were still on board heard a gunshot coming from the captain's cabin.