The Calo Chronicles Book One: Hunted

By E. R. Fowles

Samuel will be the means by which all are freed or the pawn used to subject all, to the heinous purposes of those who seek to use them.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: ReadersMagnet LLC
• Release date: Jul 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9781954371187

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The Calo Chronicles: Hunted

Copyright © 2023 by E.R. FOWLES. All rights reserved.

Published in the United States of America

ISBN Paperback: 978-1-954371-17-0

ISBN eBook: 978-1-954371-18-7

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Table of Contents

(Chapter One) Hostile intentions

(Chapter Two Warnings from the dead

(Chapter Three) Murderer on board

(Chapter Four) Caged

(Chapter Five) The lost

(Chapter Six) Death trap

(Chapter Seven) Tranquility and unrest

(Chapter Eight) Accused

(Chapter Nine) Tiburon

(Chapter Ten) Hunted

(Chapter Eleven) The Puppeteer and the scientist

(Chapter Twelve) A shell

(Chapter Thirteen) Captain clash

(Chapter Fourteen) The dead man’s walk

(Chapter One)

Hostile intentions

Just as many times before, Samuel found himself wandering toward the ocean, the sunset lit up the scattered clouds in a disarray of vibrant colors. Many memories filled his mind, as he started down the dirt path, leading toward the shore. Looking out over the ocean he found his mind wandering back to his days as a young sea captain. At times, it seemed like a dream, hazy at best. At other times, it seemed as clear as the Caribbean Ocean, on a calm sunny day.

He walked along the shore until he reached the spot where his rowboat had been hidden in the shrubbery. He took it out and pushed it into the water, paddling until he was in clear view of what he was looking for. At seventy-five, his strength was not what it used to be; he could feel his muscles beginning to burn from the work it took to paddle. He rested a moment, before continuing onward. He looked out at his destination, a rock some distance from the shore. Every five minutes or so, the waves would rise high above the height of the rock, then come crashing down upon it like a giant hammer.

As he rested, he thought of his wife. It had been years since he had last seen her or held her in his arms, time only heightening the loneliness he felt without her. He sighed with longing, then picking up his oars, moved on.

After arriving at his destination, he found climbing onto the rock to be a more difficult task than he had anticipated. Having achieved his goal, he watched as the last bit of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He took in a deep breath as the ocean spray wet his face. He licked the salt from his lips as the wave rose high above his head, and, with outstretched arms, was buried in the ocean.

Enes sat in her garden, in Lisbon Portugal, watching the sun dip below the ocean’s view. The breeze blew the scent of lavender into the warmth of the evening air, bringing back memories of when she and her husband, Samuel, planted them the first year of their marriage.

Startled by the sudden touch of a gentle, but firm hand on her shoulder, she jumped slightly. Without taking her eyes off the ocean, she knew it was her son David. She took hold of his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it gently before placing it back on her shoulder, where she momentarily rested her cheek.

It’s beautiful here, isn’t it? she commented.

They are just as beautiful in Boston, stated David.

Enes smiled to herself knowing what was on his mind.

Can we talk? he asked politely. He sat down next to her on the bench and took a deep breath. My business has grown and is doing really well in Boston. Momma, you would love it there. I could build you your own home. He could see the wall she put up before even finishing his thought. She was already shaking her head. I would take good care of you, he finished.

Oh, David, she began in a sympathetic tone, as she patted his knee. This is my home, and I am very well taken care of here.

I just don’t want you to be so far away, he insisted.

I’m not the one who moved, she reminded him.

He pursed his lips to avoid saying anything he would regret as the memory of their heated separation rose to the surface. He had accompanied his father on a routine trip, but a storm had blown them off course to Ireland, where he had met and married Kate. When his new bride did not meet his mother’s approval, she disowned him. It was only when they had sent word that they were having their first child, Samuel, who they had named for his father, that she decided to forgive them.

It had been sixteen years since his son was born and he still struggled with feelings of resentment towards her. However, this was not about wanting to keep the family close; this was about keeping them safe. He had to protect her from his mistakes, the consequences of which he feared, she would become a victim.

It’s not safe here, he stated. She gave him a quizzical look at which he responded, The economy has been suffering for a long time. There are a lot of people here that are living in poverty, and with King John in Brazil, there is bound to be war.

To his annoyance, she chuckled. I have seen my share of war and hard times. I have made it through on my own, she assured him.

David became stern, Momma! Don’t be so stubborn, even the King left Portugal!

To his surprise, she snapped, And he will return! In her obdurate manner, she turned back toward the ocean, as if at any moment her husband’s ship would appear on the horizon and she could turn to her son and tell him she had been right all along.

Seeing through her facade he understood; she was not referring to the king at all. Momma? David began cautiously. You know Papa is not coming home, right?

He has always returned, she insisted. No matter how long the journey, he has always returned. Her voice trailed off into an unconvincing whisper.

They were taken from their thoughts when Isa, their maid, interrupted. Sorry to bother you, there is a man here to see you, sir, she informed him, in her timid way.

Who is it? asked David, curiously, as he had not been expecting any guests.

He called himself a benefactor but declined giving me his name.

David tensed. Here it was, his past already at the door. Please guide him to my office, he instructed.

Isa nodded then left.

Come on, stubborn old woman, he teased as he helped his mother to her feet.

As you wish, nag, she teased back, taking him by the arm he offered.

Despite the frequent tension and the head-butting, they loved each other. He wanted to protect her, without letting her know what he had done.

Watching them go, David’s youngest child Bia exclaimed Yes! from behind the rock she and Samuel, David’s oldest, had been hiding behind.

Sshhh, they might hear you! chided Samuel.

Bia went quiet but still grinned broadly. Her green eyes lit up as she held tightly to the kitten she had found; certain her parents would disapprove. They waited until they were alone in the garden before coming out of hiding. Samuel lifted Bia over the rock, her auburn curls bouncing around her shoulders as she moved. She was light and easy to lift like their other siblings. He wondered what it would be like to be light and thin, something he had not been in a long time.

They snuck around the estate to her bedroom window, where he again lifted her with her kitten inside her room. Thank you, she whispered reaching out and rubbing his bright red hair playfully.

Stop that, he complained, at which she giggled, seeing the playful look in his bright blue eyes. I’ll meet you inside, he then ran to the front of the house to enter.

Where have you been?! his grandmother demanded, the moment he walked in.

I, uh, lost track of time? he explained, not wanting to give Bia’s little secret away.

You know better than to be out after sunset, she reprimanded him. Enes had managed to keep her son and his family safe from the horrors she had been exposed to growing up, through her strict, unrelenting rules and expectations. She had no intentions of letting up now, even if they did not know why, and resented her for it.

Your tutor Zeferino stopped by, his mother Kate, who had been sitting close informed him. She brushed a loose lock of her blonde hair away from her forehead. He was looking to change his schedule around. She told him to keep her mother-in-law from berating her son further, as she knew if let to it, Enes could get carried away.

Did he say why? asked Samuel, grateful for the change in subject.

Unexpected business, I guess, he didn’t say, Kate answered, her bright green eyes putting him at ease as they always did.

Mam, interrupted Isa addressing Enes.

What is it? she demanded curtly.

Um, uh. Isa stuttered, having become flustered by the tone with which she was greeted.

Well, out with it, demanded Enes, irritably.

Rosa has a question in the kitchen. Isa managed to say, sounding as though she were now trying to catch her breath. Samuel couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and couldn’t figure out why she was so timid.

Where is Bia? asked Kate.

Bia peered around the corner and when she caught his attention, she put a finger to her lips to remind him to keep her secret. She came in a while ago, he answered confidently, having already determined how he would answer this question.

Kate looked at him with a raised brow, making him less convinced about his response. Despite his self-doubt, he insisted, It’s true. She shook her head, incredulous.

Hi, Momma! said Bia innocently, strolling into the room.

She looked between the two suspiciously. Go get cleaned up for supper, she finally instructed, and tell Bayven and Emery to stop eavesdropping on your father. They left the room excited by the idea of joining their siblings. That’s not an invitation for you to join them, either she called after them.

How does she know? Samuel whispered.

In her still tender child voice, she responded, We’re predictable.

He smiled at her, amused by her simple, yet true response.

Just as Kate had assumed, they found their fourteen-year-old sister Bayven and their thirteen-year-old brother Emery listening in at the office door, Emery’s untamed blond hair sticking up as if he had just gotten out of bed.

Your hair is in my face, Emery complained, moving Bayven’s honey brown hair out of the way.

Well, I didn’t ask you to stick your face in it, she whispered back.

Hear anything? asked Samuel in a hushed tone.

Something about Papa needing to keep his side of the deal, answered Emery.

And Father said he had never made a deal like that, added Bayven.

From the other side of the door, they could hear David shout, Get out, Lobo!

They jumped away from the door in time for it to open. A man somewhere in his late thirties entered the hall, unphased. His clothes, though clean and pressed, were simple. His hair was short and neatly combed and it was obvious by his weather-worn skin and muscular build that he was accustomed to hard labor. Judging by the scar across the lower part of his jaw, Samuel figured he must have had a hard life.

You have a debt to pay and whether I collect, or someone else… it will be paid, warned Lobo.

He turned to leave, pausing when he saw Samuel standing in the hall. His eyes brightened, looking pleased. Turning back to David, he commented. He has gotten taller since I saw him last.

Your business here is done! Leave, now! growled David, breathing heavily as he attempted to keep his cool.

Lobo returned his attention back to Samuel, smiling as he met his gaze. His eyes were like that of a hungry predator, ready to devour its prey. He winked at Samuel before slowly walking away, leaving him to shudder at the encounter.

Samuel, get in my office! ordered David. The rest of you, go to your rooms until dinner.

Papa! whined Bia.

Seeing the stern look in their father’s eyes, Bayven quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and escorted her away, knowing this was not the time to try his patience. Come Bia, we need to get cleaned up. Pouting, Bia followed.

Having heard the commotion, Enes entered the hall. Who was that? she inquired.

No one, he responded curtly. Uh… a business associate, he stated dismissively. Come, Samuel. Once inside, he closed the door behind them.

Samuel took a seat feeling uncomfortable, knowing he would be held responsible for his siblings. I know you were eavesdropping. What did you hear?! he demanded.

Samuel had to let go of all the air he had been holding back since he walked into the office before he could respond. Something about you needing to keep your end of the deal, he answered.

Is that all?

That’s all, he insisted.

David’s shoulders dropped to a more relaxed position, seeming to be satisfied with the response. I will discipline anyone I catch eavesdropping the next time, he warned, I will not be lenient in the future. Make sure that you let your siblings know that.

I will, he agreed.

A knock at the door took the attention from Samuel, something he was grateful for.

What is it? called David through the closed door.

Emilio is here to see you, Isa softly responded.

David’s mood visibly lightened. Send him in, he instructed.

Samuel! Emilio exclaimed excitedly when he saw him. He pulled him into a bear hug that fast turned into a headlock. Samuel slammed him up against the door in his attempt to break free.

Hey! scolded David.

Sorry, Boss, apologized Emilio, as he and Samuel pulled apart laughing.

He is in trouble and on his way to his room, David informed him, still stern.

I’ll catch you later, Emilio called after him.

Samuel paused at the entrance to his room when he noticed his window. He had left it closed, and it was now open, and the blankets on his bed were slightly tousled. Knowing he was not alone in here, he looked around until a small noise in his closet confirmed it. He opened it cautiously, standing off to the side, giving him the chance to jump out of the way of his would-be attackers. Emery, Bayven, and Bia now lay on the ground in front of him, rolling in laughter.

Did you see his face? asked Emery, still laughing. He then pulled a face that looked more like he had smelled something foul, for which his sisters laughed even more.

My face? laughed Samuel You fell on yours, he pointed out, at which his sisters laughed again.

What did Papa say? asked Bayven, back on her feet.

Not to eavesdrop.

We need to learn how to be sneakier, stated Emery.

Well, that takes practice, smiled Samuel.

I haven’t seen Papa that upset in a long time, commented Bayven. Not even for eavesdropping.

Who was that? Emery asked Samuel.

How should I know?

He said he had seen you before, commented Bayven.

Well, I don’t remember him, responded Samuel.

Bia suddenly gasped.

You know who he is? asked Bayven surprised.

Bia shook her head. No, I just remembered my kitten.

Kitten? questioned Emery.

Momma and Papa let you get a kitten? asked Bayven.

Bia smiled slyly. No, she giggled. Samuel helped me sneak it in.

You are going to be in so much trouble, laughed Emery. At which she scrunched her nose and gave him a sour look.

Now that you have the kitten, what are you going to feed it? asked Bayven.

It was obvious by the disappointed look on her face that she had not thought of that.

I bet we can sneak something from the kitchen, suggested Samuel, bending down to Bia’s level. What do you think?

She smiled and nodded happily.

How do you plan on getting past Momma, Papa, and Grandma? questioned Bayven.

Food chain! exclaimed Emery.

What? asked Bayven, confused.

Knowing what he meant, Samuel smiled. He explained, Bia, you can wait by the door and if you hear someone coming, you tell Emery who will be just outside the window. Bayven will be waiting between Emery and me, and I will sneak into the kitchen. How does that sound?

Thank you! she exclaimed, excitedly bouncing onto her tiptoes.

They quickly assumed their positions, knowing they did not have much time. When Samuel entered the kitchen, the dinner had already been completed and there seemed to be a brief break in which the kitchen was empty. He looked around and found some chicken bits and fat that he thought the kitten might like but was unsure if it was too young to digest. Across the kitchen, he spotted a pitcher. To his relief, it contained leftover milk. He moved quickly until he found a bowl he could use.

Samuel! Tessa scolded sharply, her wrinkled brow creasing even more under her gray hair. He paused, having made it as far as the door leading outside. You couldn’t wait just a few more minutes for dinner? Your grandmother will not be pleased when she hears you are sneaking food between meals, she reprimanded. Hand, it over!

He slowly turned to face her, so as not to spill the milk. She yanked the bowl from his hands, splashing the milk all down the front of her dress. She closed her eyes indignantly.

I am so sorry. Really, sorry. he apologized, as he began to back away slowly. He could hear her seething, as he ran out the door. When he reached Bayven, she was discreetly positioned under David’s office window.

Where’s the milk? she whispered.

Tessa caught me, and I spilled it, he confessed.

Spilled it?

Yeah. All over her. It suddenly struck him as funny, and he now struggled to suppress the laughter by biting down on his index finger, to keep from being too loud.

Picturing grumpy old Tessa, dripping in milk, Bayven had to bite down on her bottom lip, to keep from laughing along with him.

Did you hear anything? he asked when they were able to regain their composure.

No, the window is closed.

I bet I can fix that, he stated. With his index finger, he pried the window open, just about a quarter of an inch.

He said he saw it here several years ago, stated Emilio.

That doesn’t mean it’s still here, responded David.

That was the point he was getting at, Emilio informed him. He said he’d heard a rumor that it had been taken and hidden somewhere in Brazil.

Brazil! David exclaimed.

There is a shipment going that way soon. The pay is good and the cargo, I hear, is easy. We just have to put a bid on it and…

And we would have an excuse to go, finished David. That is, if Captain DeSouza, doesn’t get this bid from us too.

Emery, bouncing up and down, finally caught their eye as he waved frantically.

They quickly ran to him, staying out of sight. I have been trying to get your attention, he stated, annoyed.

They climbed back inside, just in time for the bedroom door to open.

Kate looked around at her children. You were supposed to be getting cleaned up she scolded them, furrowing her brow as she inspected them.

We did, insisted Emery.

Kate cocked her head to the side with a hand on her hip. Is that why the same streak of dirt is running across your face? She stepped up to him, licked her thumb, and began to clean it off.

Stop that, protested Emery pushing her hand away.

His siblings snickered behind him. Get washed up, she ordered her other children, or you are next, she warned pointing to each of them before closing the door behind herself.

Where’s the milk? asked Bia.

The door opened again, and Kate stuck her head in. Oh Bia, Samuel forgot this in the kitchen. She opened the door wider and handed her a bowl of milk.

Bia took it hesitantly her cheeks turned pink, wondering if she was in trouble or not.

That will be one thirsty kitten without it, and yes, you are in trouble and taking the kitten back tomorrow, added Kate as if reading her thoughts.

Bia didn’t do anything. I’m the one that brought it to her, protested Samuel.

Oh, you are in trouble as well, she assured him. Now hurry and get cleaned up. She then left them to do as they were told.

She always knows, sighed Bia.

What did you overhear at Papa’s window, inquired Emery, excitedly.

Bayven looked contemplative. He is looking for something.

Like a tie? asked Emery sarcastically. What is he looking for?

We didn’t catch that part, answered Samuel. But it sounded important.

Do you think it had to do with that man who was here? questioned Emery.

How should I know? Samuel asked exasperated; uncertain as to why his siblings always assumed, he would have the answers.

I’m going to take this to my kitten, stated Bia, bored with the conversation.

I want to come, said Bayven.

They all followed her down the hall and were almost to her room when Isa ran into Emery as they rounded the corner. Oh sorry, she apologized, looking flustered. Dinner is ready, and your father is still in a sour mood. So, you should probably hurry.

But I… Bia began to protest.

Don’t worry, I will take it for you, offered Isa.

Bia reluctantly handed over the bowl, then followed her siblings to the dining room.

Bayven waved excitedly at Emilio, when they entered, but quietly took her seat, so as not to upset her father, or her grandmother. Emery, likewise, smiled, before sitting quietly in his seat.

Bia, however, ran over to him without reservations. Emilio! she exclaimed. He knelt and she threw her arms around his neck.

When she let go, he looked at her and smiled. There’s something different about you? he stated, pointing his finger at her.

I’ve grown, she announced proudly.

No, that’s not it. He tapped his finger to his chin as though he were trying to figure it out. I know! he exclaimed. Then he pinched her nose and pretended to put it into his pocket. You’re missing your nose.

With her hand on her hip, and her head cocked to the side, as her mother often did, she looked at him incredulously. Uncle Emilio, I am too old for that game.

Unable to hold back, Samuel laughed, breaking the tension, and the others couldn’t help but join in, just as amused.

Honestly Kate, scolded Enes. Allowing your children to call him uncle, is like telling them it’s alright to lie. He is not their uncle. He is no more than a friend, at best.

Friend at best… repeated David. No. Best friend is more accurate, he stated annoyed. Some friends, are more like family, than the ones blood ties us to.

Enes seemed not to notice his response, returning her attention to Tessa. Is dinner ready or not?! she demanded.

It is, answered Tessa. I will go and see what’s taking so long.

Samuel could have sworn she had scowled at him before returning to her duties. He knew she was upset with him when he received very little for dinner.

I can’t believe, how much your boys have grown! stated Emilio, sounding amazed. I think they are almost as tall as I am. He then eyed Bayven smiling, And who said you could become a lady? Bayven smiled shyly. And every bit as beautiful, as your mother, he added.

My grandmother says I may look like a lady, but my manners are far from it. She smiled at her grandmother after she said this. Although her grandmother did not appear to be amused, it produced no shortage of giggles from her mother and siblings.

So, Samuel, are you going to follow your family’s tradition and become a sailor?

Enes could not keep silent at this question. No, he will not! she stated resolutely. He is the heir to this estate; he has to learn how to run it. He is also studying. His tutor, Zeferino, said he is one of the quickest learners he has ever had, she announced proudly, smiling at Samuel as she said this.

Well, I guess it’s about time one of these Calo boys grew some brains. he teased, looking at David who shook his head, trying unsuccessfully to look annoyed. How about you? Emilio asked Emery. Are you going to grow brains like your brother, or become a sailor like your father?

Again, Enes could not keep her opinion to herself. Leaving Emery with his mouth open, she interrupted. Don’t be ridiculous, he is no more than bones. He would not last a day as a sailor; he is far too scrawny. He might as well study like his brother.

Samuel could see that his father was getting annoyed with her. He couldn’t figure out why he wanted her to move to Boston with them, seeing how hard of a time they had getting along.

Kate, noticing David’s mood as well, decided to change the subject. Did you find any new clients to ship for? she asked in her usual soft, yet confident voice.

Actually, we will be making a bid on a job tomorrow, he answered, grateful for the change in subject. Kate and David smiled at each other in a way that only they recognized; an unspoken communication they had shared from the beginning, like reading each other’s thoughts. He knew she meant ‘I hope that helped,’ and she knew he meant ‘Yes it did.’

As long as Captain DeSouza doesn’t steal this bid too, mumbled Emilio.

The dinner passed with David doing his best to ignore his mother’s small but critical comments.

Having only been served a small portion, Samuel reached for another plate but was stopped by his grandmother. Don’t you think you’ve had enough? It’s not healthy to weigh as much as you do? she criticized.

Ashamed, he put it back. Watching, David rose from his chair, infuriated. Just stop! he shouted. All eyes were on him now. At first, Enes looked stunned but recovered easily; her usual obdurate look returned as quickly as it had left. There is nothing wrong with my family. Emery and Samuel’s weight is fine, and Bayven has plenty of time to grow up. Right now, she just needs to be a child.

No one else dared to speak or move. Enes rose to her feet now, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. Maybe I wouldn’t have to be so blunt if you knew how to control them!

Control them? repeated David appalled.

Besides, as I recall, you and Kate were not much older when you got married, so stop treating them like babies! she scolded.

S… s… Sorry to bother you. stuttered Isa. Samuel has a guest.

We are in the middle of supper, reproached Enes, looking back at her over her shoulder.

No, I’m done, responded Samuel. Papa, may I be excused.

Slowly David eased up and sat back down, as did Enes. Yes son, of course.

He could hear his sibling’s asking to be excused as he left.

When he entered the parlor, Francisco, his childhood friend, smiled broadly while he waited. His grandmother did not approve of their association, due to his lack of status. Francisco was no more than a servant on another estate not far from their own. His dark black hair was neatly combed, and he was dressed like a gentleman of status.

What are you doing here? Samuel asked, happily.

I did it! Francisco announced, excitedly.

Did what? asked Samuel.

I got the internship, Francisco announced, still radiating with excitement.

I knew you could do it!

I would not have dared to try if it weren’t for you. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, smiled Francisco.

Me? I didn’t do anything, you did, smiled Samuel, so happy for him.

Sorry to bother you so late, I just couldn’t wait to tell you.

I’m glad you did. You got me out of another uncomfortable family dinner.

Your Father and Grandmother are going at it again, aren’t they? asked Francisco, already knowing the answer.

Samuel nodded. If you walk home at this hour, you won’t get much sleep, Samuel noted.

That’s alright, I am too excited to sleep anyway.

You need sleep, insisted Samuel. Let’s go get a few horses, I’ll take you home.

That would be…. Francisco stopped mid-sentence looking flustered. That would be uh… He began rubbing at the c -shaped scar he had on his hand, something he tended to do when he was nervous.

No longer having his attention, Samuel turned to see what Francisco was looking at. Behind him Bayven approached, Samuel rolled his eyes. He would have been able to see her as beautiful too if she wasn’t his sister, but right now he just saw her as an annoyance.

Have you seen my journal? she asked lost in her search. Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize it was Francisco that was here. How have you been? she asked politely.

I uh, well uh… good. His voice became slightly higher than usual.

You remember Bayven, right? I know it’s been a while, but they are in town visiting."

Francisco nodded, still brazenly staring, doe eyed.

Your journal is by the window, Samuel finally answered.

Thank you, she smiled appreciatively. I will see you around, right Francisco? she asked.

Yeah, I… I will see you around, he stammered.

Good night then. She went to the window where she found her journal before leaving the room.

Good night, he called after her.

Samuel chuckled to himself at the scene, but Francisco was too distracted to notice. Let’s go. He led Francisco to the door, letting Isa know where he was going before leaving. He knew his grandmother would be upset at him for going, but he had to get out of the house before he went crazy.

They were traveling down the dark path on his grandmother’s property when the hairs on the back of his neck rose. He looked about them, bringing the horse to a stop.

What is it? asked Francisco, stopping alongside him.

I don’t know, he responded. As he dismounted, an uneasy feeling came over him.

Even Francisco seemed unsettled. Where are you going? he asked, watching Samuel walk toward the woods.

I just want to look around. Keep an eye on my horse, he instructed as he wandered off the path. He could see a silhouette move through the trees. Who’s there? he called.

Lobo came into view, blowing out the smoke of his cigarette.

Can I help you with something? asked Samuel.

No, I am just enjoying the evening air, he answered casually. It’s a nice night, isn’t it?

I suppose, responded Samuel. What are you doing on my property?

Oh, is this part of your property? he sounded vaguely surprised. I must have gotten turned around in the dark. Please, excuse me. I had better go before embarrassing myself further. Have a good night, Samuel Calo. He flicked his cigarette, then casually walked away.

He said something Samuel could not quite catch as he left, but he wasn’t interested in keeping him around any longer to find out what. He watched him until he disappeared. When he was sure he had gone, he took Francisco home. Samuel watched Francisco as he walked toward the stables to finish up one last chore he had. When the barn door closed behind him, Samuel left for home.

He was not sure whether it was the hard, sandy ground of the shore, or the cold water washing up over his feet that woke him, he just knew that he was sore and tired. The sun was not yet up over the horizon, but daylight was overcoming the thick darkness of the night. He felt slightly shaky, as he rose to his feet. For as much as he tried, he could not recall anything after dropping Francisco off, then heading for home. Although he had walked in his sleep in the past, there was still something unnerving about doing things you could not remember.

He shook off as much of the sand as possible before running home, hoping no one would catch him coming in. Seeing that he had left his window open, he climbed inside. He changed out of his wet sandy clothes and into a pair of clean pajamas. He was lifting the covers to go back to bed when his mother opened the door.

Oh good, your awake. Kate smiled. We are going into town, she informed him. I promised your siblings that I would take them shopping before we go home. Plus, your father has some business to take care of there.

Alright, I will see you when you get back, he told her.

No. Kate laughed. You are coming along to help me.

But I was going back to bed, he groaned.

You can take a nap when we get back if we have time. Hurry up and get ready. Oh, and if your grandmother asks, I gave you a big, long lecture about not leaving after dark. Alright? He nodded his head, grateful that he did not have to endure an actual lecture from his parents or Grandmother. Good. Now hurry, I don’t want to be long, she instructed before closing the door behind herself.

He was just buttoning up his last button when Bia barged in excitedly. Guess what? she bounced up and down on her tiptoes, the kitten clutched tightly to her chest.

What? he smiled tiredly. He reached for his watch with the Emerald snake forming a circle around the edges and the picture of the world inside. It was one of the few watches that had been gifted to him. The rest he had picked or designed himself. He put it on then turned his attention back to Bia.

Papa said I can keep my kitten, she announced, proudly.

He sat down to put on his shoes, as Bayven opened the door further. Come on. We are just waiting for you, she informed him.

How many watches do you have? asked Bia curiously.

Samuel smiled. About forty.

Bia looked shocked, then shook her head and left with the kitten in her arms.

Samuel smiled as she went, knowing he had a watch obsession he wasn’t ashamed to own up to.

He only nibbled at his breakfast, too tired to eat. It wasn’t until everyone else had finished that he noticed his father watching him. Worried, his father would ask what was wrong and force him to admit he had been sleepwalking; he got up from the table as quickly as he could.

David grabbed his shoulder from behind and turned him to face him. Samuel, he began kindly. Don’t let what grandma said last night change who you are. Your mother and I love you no matter what.

What? Samuel asked momentarily confused, Oh right. I’m fine Papa, I have lived with her for a long time. I am used to her, Samuel assured him. David looked unconvinced. Papa I have known her my whole life and lived with her for over two years, and if you expect me to stay, we are just going to have to expect that she is going to talk like that, Samuel insisted.

You are kind of smart for your age, smiled David.

Samuel returned the smile appreciatively. I’m only tired. I promise nothing else is wrong.

With his arm around him, David smiled. We had better hurry before your mother gets upset.

Samuel smiled to himself knowing it would take a lot more than waiting to get Kate upset.

Hurry, Bayven called out to Samuel. His parents and grandmother rode in one carriage while Emery, Bayven, and Bia waited for him in another.

I haven’t been shopping here in a long time! exclaimed Bayven as they left. Do you think that doll shop momma took me to when I was Bia’s age is still there?

As boring as that sounds… began Emery "Samuel and I are going to the blacksmith to look at swords. Samuel smiled, tired, but amused.

I’m going with you, said Bia, excited by the idea.

See? Even Bia knows what fun is, stated Emery. Why would you want to go there anyway? You never actually played with them. You always took mine and Samuel’s toys, complained Emery.

Bayven giggled. Your toys were always more exciting. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good memory. Samuel laid his head back, tired of having to fight to keep his eyes open. Are you alright? asked Bayven. You don’t look well.

I had a rough night, he explained truthfully. He was still too embarrassed to admit he had been sleepwalking. The ride felt rough and short but the brisk ocean breeze in the bustling port invigorated him. Breathing in deeply, he let the scent bring back memories of the times his grandfather had spent with him here. People had always said that his grandfather was a tough man to get to know, but it was always obvious to everyone that he had a special place in his heart for Samuel.

As the carriage left them, he could see the ports where his grandfather had brought him when he was five. He would show him the ships coming in and explained the different kinds. Samuel remembered walking around with him for hours, listening as he would talk about who the ships belonged to, and from where they had come. The most interesting ship was always his grandfather’s, as his cargo often consisted of exotic animals. He was too young to know what he did with them, but there was a growing fascination for these animals among the wealthy and royal families. They would buy them for show, or so he heard.

Not too far down the street, he had bought him a model ship. Samuel took it with him everywhere, until Emery, only a toddler at the time, had gotten a hold of it and broken it.

The streets were filled with many of the poor, begging for relief. He often heard his grandmother complain about the state of the streets, and the people in them, but she offered no ideas of resolution.

There were many more things he could reminisce about, but his parents and grandmother had now gotten out of their carriage and were approaching them. Kate handed everyone but Bia an allowance.

What about me? she asked when it was clear her mother had no intentions of giving her anything.

You are coming with me, Kate informed her.

Momma, protested Bia. I was going with Emery and Samuel to look at swords.

Bia, you are coming with me, and arguing will not change that, stated Kate in a soft but firm voice.

Pouting, Bia stomped her foot.

Be grateful your parents are easy on you, scolded Enes. "I would have spanked you for having a fit like that.

Come on, Bia, Kate ordered, ignoring her mother-in-law’s comment.

Meet us back here by two pm, instructed David. Samuel noticed how women were staring at David admiringly as they passed, just as the men stared at Kate.

Yes, Papa. agreed Bayven. She reached up and kissed him, then her mother on the cheek.

She curtsied politely at her grandmother before joining her brothers. She certainly has the two of you wrapped around her finger. They could hear Enes comment as they left.

After having walked for several hours Bayven spoke up. This will be the fourth shop that you have taken us to that only you and Emery are interested in, she complained.

That’s because he was hoping to only take us to the interesting places, teased Emery.

As they walked Samuel couldn’t help but notice the men, both young and old, stare after Bayven, just like they did their parents. It was as if she were a piece of artwork on display. However, she seemed not to notice, or chose to ignore them, he wasn’t sure which.

I just have this one last shop to stop by, then you can pick the next one, promised Samuel.

They stopped in front of the watchmaker’s shop. A watch…? Bayven asked incredulously. Don’t you have enough?

I’m not here for a watch. He opened the door and was greeted by a small gray-haired man in his fifties.

Samuel, how have you been? asked the old man.

Good. How about you, Eli? he smiled.

Hey, is this Bayven and Emery? he looked surprised. I have not seen either of you in such a long time. I can’t believe how much you have grown.

They beamed as he noted how much older and taller, they had become.

However, Bayven was not able to bring even a vague recollection of him to her mind. Not wanting him to know that she just smiled.

How much longer will you be in town? he asked.

Just a couple more weeks. Pa has business in Boston he has to get back to, explained Emery.

Oh well, it’s good to see you. Tell your Ma and Pa I said hello.

I came to see how Francisco was working out, stated Samuel. Where is he?

I have been wondering the same thing, stated Eli. I told you, I wouldn’t be looking for an apprentice for at least five more years, but upon your insistence, I agreed to take him on. Next time you recommend someone, make sure they are going to show up.

I don’t understand. He was so excited about working here. He stopped by my house, last night to tell me about it.

Eli shrugged.

I will check on him, offered Samuel. Well, we had better go. We have to meet up with our parents soon.

It was good to see you. Tell your parents to stop by before they leave town, Eli called after him.

I will, Samuel responded, as they walked out the door.

When they stepped out onto the street Samuel couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, he worried about Francisco. This doesn’t make sense. He had his heart set on this job, stated Samuel, once they were back outside.

Perhaps he is sick, suggested Bayven.

We’ll stop by on the way home, Samuel concluded. He turned his attention to Bayven. Come on, let’s get the boring part of this outing over with, he teased. She gave him a half-smile as though annoyed and elbowed him playfully in the ribs.

They walked for several blocks before she finally stopped them. This one! she exclaimed. The window to the shop displayed several dresses on mannequins.

Ugh, groaned Emery. She has become such a girl.

Sounds like I should come home, so I can put a stop to that, teased Samuel.

Ignoring them, she led the way into the shop. What can I help you with? asked a pepper-haired man behind the counter looking over his spectacles.

Behind him, a boy about Emery’s age had been stacking shelves until he saw Bayven and had to stop to stare.

I’m just looking for a dress, and the ones in the window caught my eye, explained Bayven.

Would you like me to take one down for you? offered the clerk.

Yes, thank you. She moved in front of a full-length mirror when he handed her the dresses. She turned to her brothers and asked, Which one do you think I should get?

The one you like, stated Emery, smiling mischievously.

Samuel chuckled as she stuck her tongue out at Emery, playfully. Noting that the clerk’s son was still gawking at her he asked, Which one do you think she should get?

Bayven turned to see who he was talking to and only now seemed to notice him. His cheeks went rosy, but he answered anyway. The green one, it brings out her eyes. He quickly turned away and went back to work.

She turned back to the mirror and held the green dress up to herself. I think I’ll take it, she announced. Thank you, she told the boy. It will need to be altered. It is a bit too large. She informed the clerk.

My wife does that, give me just one moment and I will go and get her.

Samuel noticed that the boy was again paying more attention to Bayven than what he was doing. On the ground in front of him sat an unopened box of supplies. He nudged Emery, drawing his attention to the boy as he carried an arm full of material in that direction, still too busy watching Bayven notice.

They watched as the boy tripped over it falling forward, the contents of his arms flying everywhere.

Are you alright? asked Bayven, concerned.

Emery made a sort of snort, after which he and Samuel could no longer hold it in. They ran out the door laughing until their cheeks and sides hurt. Emery was re-enacting it when someone tapped Samuel on the shoulder. He was still smiling when he turned to face him. He did not recognize the man. He was slightly taller than most, lean with a slight build, and his light brown wavy hair hung loose to his shoulders. Samuel Calo?

Yes? responded Samuel, wary.

The man let out a small chuckle, I knew it had to be you.

Samuel only eyed him suspiciously, still uneasy from his last encounter with a stranger. Sorry, I don’t recognize you, Samuel apologized.

Oh, of course not, we have never met, he stated. I sailed with your grandfather for a short time. You laugh just like him. He spoke about you a lot. My name is Miguel, by the way.

Samuel smiled, thinking of his grandfather.

What has he been up to lately? asked Miguel.

He’s gone, answered Emery.

Gone? Miguel looked confused.

His ship disappeared several years ago; no one has seen him since, explained Samuel.

Oh, I am sorry to hear that. He was one of the best captains I have ever had the pleasure of serving under, Stated Miguel.

Without a doubt, agreed Samuel.

How about you?" asked Miguel.

How about me, what? asked Samuel, puzzled.

Do you like to sail?

Samuel could picture the unhindered view of the open ocean, and the feel of the air moving around him.

You don’t have to say anything. I can see it on your face, chuckled Miguel. If you’re interested, my Captain is looking to take on a few new crew members this voyage. Would you like to come?

Who’s your captain? asked Emery curious.

Captain De Souza. He is one of the best captains there is, right up there with your grandfather. So, what do you say? Forget the stresses of land life for a time and go on an adventure, urged Miguel.

No thank you, I have too many obligations to even consider it.

I’ll go, piped up Emery.

That’s the enthusiasm we look for, smiled Miguel.

This land will always be here when you return. Think of it as one last fling before you are hit with all the troubles waiting for you in a few years.

If I were to sail with anyone, it would be my father, Samuel pointed out.

Oh, that’s right, Captain David Calo.

Yeah, he is one of Captain De Souza’s biggest rivals, if you hadn’t noticed. Samuel pointed out.

I guess you’re right, he acknowledged, smiling as though the thought amused him. Well, if you ever want someone to talk to about your grandfather I would love to chat. You know where to find me, so stop by any time, Miguel told him.

He walked away as the door to the shop opened. I will see you soon. Bayven called behind her as she left the shop. She now looked at her brothers with her hand on her hips then shook her head. I stayed with you all day, even when I was bored. She pursed her lips, annoyed. I can’t believe you can’t stay with me for one shop! She held up one finger in front of her for emphasis.

Didn’t you see what happened? Emery laughed again.

Yeah, we didn’t want to laugh in his face, added Samuel, chuckling.

So, what? He tripped; it happens. She twisted her jaw just like their father did when annoyed.

You have seen a lot of men trip, haven’t you? So, it probably seems normal, teased Samuel.

"What is that supposed to mean? she said, the pitch in her voice rising.

Samuel and Emery laughed.

Fine! she huffed, while retaining a gleam of amusement in her eyes.

In the distance, Samuel caught a glimpse of Mari-Ella. They had been friends for almost as long as he and Francisco had been. She was the only one who knew where he went to get away when he was stressed and often met up with him there. She was more than beautiful; she had a way of making him feel like he was the only person she could see.

He was about to go and say hi until another young gentleman about their age approached and she began talking and laughing with him the same way she did with Samuel. He could feel his cheeks redden; he was not sure if it was jealousy or embarrassment that caused him to feel this way. Mari-Ella reached out and touched the boy’s arm as she laughed, even throwing her head back as she did it.

What is it? asked Bayven trying to see what he was staring at so intently. Emery was now trying to see, too.

Nothing, answered Samuel sounding a bit curt without meaning to. I’m just worried about Francisco.

Bayven nodded her head understandingly, she took him and Emery by the arm and made their way back to the carriage. The ride to Francisco’s seemed to drag on as many scenarios played out in Samuel’s head, explaining why Francisco hadn’t been at Eli’s today.

Bayven and Emery waited in the carriage as Samuel knocked on the estate of Sebastian Torres, where Francisco was employed. Lupe, one of their servants, answered the door. Samuel, come on in. I will get Sebastian for you. he greeted him warmly.

That’s alright, I am only here to check on Francisco. Is he alright?

Lupe looked puzzled. I wouldn’t know, I haven’t seen him since yesterday, sometime in the late afternoon.

Oh? responded Samuel, confused.

Sorry, apologized Lupe. I wish I could be of more assistance. If I see him, I will let him know you are looking for him.

Thank you, Lupe.

He was walking back to the carriage when he heard the shrill familiar voice of Silvia, Sebastian’s second daughter.

Cringing, he turned to greet her politely. She waved her boney hand high in the air. He gave her a small wave back. Her parents made it a point to mention their desire to see them wed, as often as opportunity would permit. The idea, of having to hear that voice daily made him shudder. Her voice was not the only reason he would never marry her. Everyone, including himself, knew the only reason they wanted them to marry was for his money.

She and her older sister Gloria were whispering and giggling to each other as they approached him, their maid Lisa following close behind.

This is a nice surprise, Silvia smiled broadly. I didn’t know you would be stopping by.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to drop in on you unexpectedly, Samuel apologized.

That’s alright, Papa will be happy to see you. He is in his study right now, catching up on some paperwork.

I would hate to interrupt, and truthfully, I just came to check on Francisco.

Francisco? repeated Gloria.

Yes, he stopped by my house last night, excited about having gotten an apprenticeship with Eli, the clockmaker. He was supposed to start today, but he never showed up, Samuel told them.

Oh, Silvia responded surprised. I didn’t even know he had been planning to leave our services.

We haven’t seen him since yesterday, Gloria informed him. Lisa, have you seen Francisco? she asked, turning to their maid.

No, Lisa answered, her voice softened with concern. He is not in the house.

If you come with us, we can check the stable’. Perhaps he is doing his chores in there, suggested Silvia. She suddenly paused when she saw Bayven watching them from the window of the carriage. Gloria was already grabbing her by the arm and leading her toward the stables before she could ask who she was.

I had better tell my company what I am doing before disappearing on them, stated Samuel.

That’s alright, Lisa will do it, Gloria offered. Lisa, please let Samuel’s company know where he is going.

Yes ma’am.

Thank you, Samuel called after her.

The stables were located a distance from the estate, as Mrs. Torres couldn’t stand even catching the faintest scent of them. Francisco took care of the horses and the stables and could often be found there. He was even known to sleep there from time to time. So, finding him there would not have surprised them.

The stalls were, as one would have hoped to find them, neat and clean. The horses were resting or chewing on hay. The creaking of the last stall door, swinging slightly with the breeze, was the only noise aside from the horses.

Francisco! Samuel called, Francisco, are you in here?! They checked each stall until they came to the last. His outstretched legs were the first thing they saw. Samuel sighed. He had put his neck out there for him to get him that job, and he ditched it to nap in a straw-filled stable.

He pushed the door to the stable wide open revealing a ghastly sight that would haunt his dreams for a long time. Silvia and Gloria let out ear-piercing screams before running out, horrified. Samuel dropped to his knees breathless. Unable to stand the sight, he removed his own coat and put it over what was once Francisco’s head. In Francisco’s scarred hand he held a sloppily written note addressed to Samuel. Although it had not been sealed it had the wax imprint of a symbol of a snake wrapped around the world. On the other hand was the gun that must have taken his life. Samuel shoved the note in his pocket when he heard people coming, wanting to keep Francisco’s last words private until he knew what they were.

It wasn’t long before the stables were flooded with Sebastian’s servants. Sebastian came to his side then led him away from the now crowded stable. Are you alright? asked Sebastian, as they stood outside the stables. I told your driver to take your guests home. There will have to be an investigation, and they are going to want to question you, understand? he asked putting his hands on both of Samuel’s shoulders to make sure that he was listening.

The feeling of trying to listen to people while being underwater was the only way he could describe this moment. Sebastian led him into his office away from the rest of the household and had him sit down to wait. He went to your house last night, didn’t he? he asked.

Samuel slowly nodded.

Why? Sebastian asked, confused.

He was excited about the apprenticeship he managed to get with Eli. He wanted to tell me about it. Samuel could not see past the memory of Francisco’s excited face or hear much beyond the sound of his voice full of life and expectation.

I didn’t even know he was planning to leave my estate; and who is Eli? Sebastian looked flustered. He shook his head. That’s embarrassing, isn’t it? Not knowing what is going on in your estate. You understand, I’m sure. He took a deep breath as he gathered his thoughts. Everyone is going to be gossiping about this for a long time, he commented regrettably. He went on about what people would think, and what they were going to tell them.

Samuel felt himself only catching about half of what Sebastian was saying. He tapped his leg anxiously before remembering the note he had placed in his pocket. He wanted to pull it out and read it, however, he feared that it contained something Francisco would want only him to see. To his relief, Sebastian finally stopped rambling.

I need to check on my girls again. If you need anything let me know. Remember, you are like family, Sebastian assured him.

He left the room closing the door behind himself, giving Samuel the chance to read the note. Pulling it from his pocket he opened it. To his disappointment, there was no message just his name followed by gibberish clearly written in Francisco’s handwriting.

No one in the house claimed to have seen him, yet he had to have gotten the paper and ink from somewhere. ‘If he hadn’t gone into the house for it, where did he get it?’ Samuel tried to figure this out, but he was still struggling to process what had happened to Francisco. He was still lost in thought when the door opened. He recognized Octavio the moment he walked in. His shaved head and pressed clothes were just the surfaces of his need for perfect order and law. He was thought of by most as being cold and void of emotion, although he once heard his grandfather say that he was just misunderstood.

Samuel had no opinion on the matter, as this was only one of the few interactions, he’d had with him. His questions were clear and direct, yet Samuel found himself asking him to repeat them.

Octavio finally thanked him for his time and was rising to his feet as the door flew open, narrowly missing him. What is going on in here! demanded David infuriated.

Captain, have a seat. Octavio’s voice remained impassive despite David’s rage. Seeing that David had no intentions of listening, he continued. He was one of the witnesses who found the body. I must question everyone. I have already talked to Gloria and Silvia who were with him. This isn’t anything other than a typical investigation, Octavio assured him.

Papa, he’s right, Samuel assured him.

David still eyed Octavio suspiciously but calmed down. Let’s go, he finally ordered. Still shaken, Samuel followed him to the carriage. If Octavio is involved, it means it didn’t look like suicide, David explained once they were inside. Samuel wasn’t sure if he could really absorb the implications, but he knew it bothered him. Are you alright? asked David.

When Samuel shook his head no, David put his arm around him and pulled him tight to him. Although he appreciated the gesture, he wanted nothing more than to just