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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 3)
I know I should be ashamed to come back and write another chapter as if nothing happened BUT at least I'm back so yay.
The dress I picture [Y/N] wearing here is this one. Also, because it's mentioned, here's a guide on the language of fans in the 18th century.
As breakfast progressed, with stolen glances and smirks from your part, Armando felt his face flush. It was highly, highly inappropriate for a lady, specially this young, this joyful, to behave like this. He was her father's friend, he left for his last trip when her mom was pregnant. [Y/N] had her whole life ahead and shouldn't be giving her attention to him.
He looked at Lesaro for help but he only shot him knowing glances back and it made him frown. No, this would not do it. He excused himself and stood up, going for a walk outside the house. Fresh air, instead of the suffocating atmosphere inside.
Lesaro found him soon after.
"¿Dónde vás?", his voice made him pause. It was too easy to forget he was a commanding officer too.
"I need fresh air, Gui."
"I can see that. You're troubled today, Armando, and your face is showing it to everyone. ¿Qué pasa?"
Armando turned around then, a loud sigh leaving him. "It's the señorita, Gui. I...Diós."
Guillermo chuckled, approaching him with slow steps. He knew his friend too well, the same good old Armando from the Academy days in front of him now.
He remembers how Armando was, how he always has been. Passionate, intense, a handsome man who always let insecurities get the best of him on these matters. When they were young sailors, it would brew down to him thinking no respectable woman should be with him because of his father's actions. Then, as they rose ranks practically together, it extended to his capabilities, to him being away for too long and not wanting to hold a woman "hostage to his work", as he said.
Armando never planned on being a captain until Guillermo himself vouched for him. He would be a good one, and time proved him right at every possible instance, but at the cost of his own captaincy offer. Guillermo was a man of the crew, Armando was a man of command and it was the way it was supposed to be.
Being on so many different ships together, the deaths, La Maria and the curse, had brought them impossibly close together. They confided everything to each other. The young Armando who relucted in seeking comfort with brothel women in their stops was in front of him again, insecurity and fear shining in his deep eyes and Guillermo almost laughed at how unfitting it seemed to see this man, strong and stubborn, like this.
"What about her, amigo? You seem to be enjoying each other's company enough."
Armando blushed and Lesaro's eyebrows shot up as he said, "She showed up in my dream last night. We talked, Gui. She held my hand, not even flinching at my cursed face."
"Impossible. She never saw us cursed, never even been on La Maria. Armando, are you sure you simply didn't dream her being there?"
He shook his head, "No, ella estaba conmigo. She mentioned it today before breakfast, when I met her at the hall. No sé que hacer."
To say Lesaro was more amused than he should was an understatement, "Perhaps it is a sign, amigo."
Salazar squinted at him, "No te atrevas..."
"A sign your affections are mutual and you need to stop this nonsense and ask Hugo for her hand."
"¡Guillermo Lesaro!", Armando said, eyes going wide and face red. "¡No, absolutamente no!"
"Armando, we got another shot at life to make things right and be happy. If it lies with her, allow yourself to feel it."
"¡No, Guillermo! La señorita is young, I'm an old, seasoned sailor. It is highly inappropriate and wrong to even suggest such a thing."
"A lot of things changed in these years we have been gone, amigo."
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of someone approaching. One look at her and Armando's eyes softened immediately and she gave them a curtsy before looking up at him again. The dress, green skirt and floral overcoat, the hat on top of her head, the way she looked up with the fan in her left hand, open, the message conveyed so elegantly.
"Am I interrupting, ¿almirantes?"
"No, señorita! I was just telling Armando I have something to attend to at the Armada headquarters so if you will excuse me.", Lesaro bowed to them and walked away, a smile on his face at the playful betrayal.
Armando, on the other hand, held her right hand and planted a kiss on it in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Walk with me, Armando?", she said, smiling. And Armando would not, could not refuse. He offered her his arm, smiling as she took it and they walked towards the gardens.
Spanish translations:
¿Dónde vás? = Where are you going?
¿Qué pasa? = What's going on?
Diós = God
No, ella estaba conmigo = No, she was with me
No sé que hacer = I don't know what to do
Amigo = Friend
No te atrevas... = Don't you dare...
¡No, absolutamente no! = No, absolutely not!
Almirantes = Admirals
Señorita = miss
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One More Voyage
Ch. 14, Lesaro, The Mistake
He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. You frown. It had been a while since he’d gotten annoyed with you; and now that the two of you were romantically involved, even if only a little, it bothered you more.
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Sucia - Lieutenant Lesaro x Reader (NSFW)
I’m not okay, please stop asking. This piece will send me to hell, I’m sure of it. Self-indulgent but also very important NSFW piece for my beloved lieutenant. Someone please turn the A/C on.
I think I got a bit carried away with the Spanish but uh...only the best for this man. Translations at the end.
This is for our shared thirst, @captainsigge. Get some water.
“Te has portado muy mal, señorita.”
The words had you freezing. Lieutenant Lesaro looked at you with a very mischievous look in his good eye and you sincerely thought there was no worse place to be at the moment. It hadn’t been long since the crew of La Maria Silenciosa had rescued you on their way back to Cádiz from a pirate ship. You were headed back to Spain after visiting your sister in Saint Martin when it happened, the ship’s crew losing a bloody battle and taken prisoner when the shouts of “Spanish navy” woke you from your slumber and before you knew it you were aboard the famed ship of capitán Salazar.
That had been a little over a week ago and now you were less than 5 days away from Spanish shores again. Over time, you learned that the capitán’s first hand - and trusted man - teniente Lesaro was a kind soul amongst a life you had no idea if you could endure yourself. As kind as he could be anyways. Truth be said, you had never met a man from the Armada and avoided being around them as much as you could as they all seemed exceedingly scary to you. The capitán was no exception but the lieutenant had something...different about him.
Lieutenant Lesaro had a stern air around him, you would never deny that after seeing how he commanded the ship easily, the practice of a man born to do what he did. The crew were back after their alleged curse had been broken and it seemed that whatever had happened in the years they were gone had bonded them very close to each other and therefore reprimands and pointless arguments seemed useless and rare now.
In this moment, however, you stood in the lieutenant’s quarters after being delivered a message by officer Moss.
“The lieutenant wishes to see you and I am to escort you there.”
Earlier that day you had misstepped and how foolish had you been to believe that he would let that slip. Your curiosity had led you to disobey an order directly from him and the captain and wandered on the ship when you should not have, in the middle of a combat. Fortunately nothing had happened to you but there was something in the eyes of the lieutenant that promised fire later, when everything was calmer. This was later.
Officer Moss had knocked on the door and announced your presence, leaving soon after. That is where you stood now.
“Perdón, teniente, but I do not know what you speak of.”
“You take me for a fool. You disobeyed an order given to you, by me, in front of my men. Put my authority in check…”, he rambled as he went to the door and locked it. “No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección.”
You shivered at his words, the tension that had been building between you and the man over the days you spent on the ship was so thick now that you could slice through it with a knife. The air got hot, his cabin seemed on fire.
“Esta noche me obedecerás, [Y/N].” You jumped as you heard his voice behind you, so close to your right ear. His hands reached for the top part of your dress and you could only watch as he released the pins, removing it with ease. The skirts were next and you felt them grow loose until they dropped to the floor and you were left almost bare for him. “¿Comprendes?”
“Sí…”
“‘Sí’ what?”
“Sí, teniente.”
You were rewarded with a kiss to your neck, followed by a moment where you could only feel his breath against your skin. He finished undressing you in no time, his big hands holding you by your waist. “Such beauty...do you enjoy teasing me señorita? Do you enjoy challenging me?” A gasp as he touched your breast. “Answer me.”
“No…”
“No? I think you are lying to me, [Y/N].” He dragged you with him as he sat down on his bed, placed under a curtain for added privacy. “And liars do deserve some punishment, don’t you think?”
He laid you across his lap and you held your breath. You had no idea where that side of him came from but your mind was numb from excitement, from pleasure. It was your first time with a man and the little dance you were doing around each other was coming to an end, culminated into this.
His first strike on your rear took a gasp from you. He followed it with a caress to soothe the abused skin but did not stop there as another one soon followed. And another. And another. An order to count them barely filtered through the fog in your brain but you managed to count every single strike. It took 20 for him to be satisfied but you skin seemed on fire after the session. He proved to you why he was the lieutenant to such a strict captain.
“¿Y esto qué es?” His finger rubbed against your core, spreading your juices around and you shivered. “Did you enjoy your punishment, [Y/N]?” A dark chuckle escaped his lips and sent another shiver through your body as you nodded. “A lot more than one would deem appropriate, it seems.” He toyed with you for a while longer until he seemed satisfied with the soft moans escaping you. His free hand worked on his trousers to free his erection and he sighed in relief. “On your knees. Now.”
The tone used did not leave you with many options but it seemed you did not need to think twice as your body moved without resistance. You stared up at him from between his legs, your [E/C] eyes meeting his dark ones and a primal part of you enjoyed immensely how wide his pupils were. Pleasure.
“Look at you…” His thumb pressed against your lip and he hummed. “Staring at me from there, where you belong. ¿Te gusta, eh?” He chuckled again, one hand pumping his member as he kept staring at you. “A proper Spanish lady on her knees for me. I wonder what the other officers would think if they were to come here right now, to see their precious señorita [L/N] glistening, moist and eager on her knees for me.”
You let out a moan, the thought exciting you in whole new ways. This was not the first time the lieutenant did this, he knew the buttons to press and you were astounded to find you were reacting so well to him.
“Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes.”
You nodded and obeyed, moaning with him as his member entered your mouth. He stood up then and got rid of his shoes, pants and undergarments and your hands held onto his thighs. Your eyes closed as you tasted him, felt his weight on your tongue and he seemed to be as overwhelmed as you were as he did not move for a bit. His hand found your [H/C] strands and patted you a bit. “Buena chica…”
You wanted to smile at the praise but it was soon forgotten as he began to move, gripping your hair for more leverage. Slowly at first so you could get used, picking up speed as he went.
As his hands held you in place and he pushed further you gagged, taking all of him in your mouth. He moaned loud and pulled back, removing himself from your mouth and dragging you to the nearby mirror. “Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable?”
You shook your head, staring at your red face and drool on your chin. “No, teniente.”
“Eres tan sucia. Pues,” He shoved himself into your mouth again, “siga mirándote. I want you to see yourself as you take me in.” You moaned as he forced your head on the mirrors direction, his member forcefully hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. The sight and sounds of it, so dirty, had you numb with pleasure. You felt his thrusts grow erratic, his moans louder until he pulled your head fully to him and soon he filled your mouth.
You moaned and choked. At the depth he had released, you had no option but to swallow and that by itself seemed to please him enough, but your instincts had you cleaning him. “You didn’t waste a single drop...well done.”
Smiling up at him, you stood up. His arms found your waist again and he kissed you, deep and needy. A reward, a part of your mind told you. For behaving well, doing what you’re told.
Your body hit the mattress not late after that, his soon following. His lips were still on yours as he sat up and pulled you up with him, your hands undressing him fully, vest and shirt alike. When his mouth found your neck, your hands found his chest and you couldn’t help but wonder why this man, this spectacular man, would choose you. Surely he was experienced, surely he had someone waiting for him in Cádiz? A wife, children?
“You think too much, querida.” He kissed your cheek then, stroking the other one with his right hand and smiling gently as he looked into your eyes. “What’s bothering you?”
“Why me?”, you blurted out and blushed and how sudden it sounded. “Don’t you have...someone? In Cádiz?”
“Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa?” He laughed at the indignant face you put, a pout on your lips. “There’s no one. There hasn’t been someone in years, señorita. This...experience is fruit of my years on a ship. I’m afraid we don’t always have the luck to find someone special while we are young.”
“But I’m glad to have found you”, he kissed your hand. “If you will have me, that is.”
“Teniente…” You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Estás…”
“Yes, I am. I want to speak to your father when we reach Spain. I wish to marry you. It may be too soon but I have never felt this for anyone, not a single soul. You enthrance me, señorita.”
“I...yes. ¡Sí! ¡Me caso con usted.”
His smile could have lit the room and he kissed you again, passionately. “Then I believe you have the right to call me Guillermo.” You tested his name on your tongue and he seemed to like the sound of it, a whisper of ‘sí, mi amor’ and a kiss soon following.
Laying on the bed, his hands resumed their exploration of your body. “You are still being punished, señorita, do not forget that.” His mouth found your breasts and he showered them with attention. Biting, sucking, licking, marking your skin to show his status. You were his now.
The air in the room was hot, burning, your lungs almost struggled to draw breath in. Just like that he was back in his dominant mode, peppering your body with kisses and a few bites here and there until he reached your thighs. He spread them, big hands holding your legs open for him as he decided it was time to repay you for earlier. You blushed hard, your face on fire as he took you in. “Still this wet for me.”
His tongue tasted you and you gasped so loud your body jumped on the bed. A chuckle was his reply as he kept working on you, flicking his thumb on your little bundle of nerves as his tongue found your entrance. He was eating you out and God was he good at it.
Perhaps it was the lack of experience from your part or the excess of experience on his part but it took a surprising short time for you to reach your climax, the first one you ever had, causing your back to arch. He hummed and drank your juices, licking them off his lips before resuming his attention. He brought you climax upon climax with no hurry in the world until you were left limp, gasping and moaning incoherent things for him. Begging for him to take you.
“Are you sure, [Y/N]? There’s no turning back if we go all the way.”
You nodded, feverish and delirating with pleasure as you hugged him. He aligned his member to your core, the sheer pressure on you was almost maddening; you were still so sensitive from his mouth.
“Beg me for it then. What do you want from me?”
“You...I want you…”
“Yes? What do you want from me?”
“Please, Guillermo, please take me. Quiero ser tuya.”
He chuckled, stroking your cheek before slapping you. “Ya eres mia, [Y/N]. ¿No eres?”
You nodded and he slapped you again as you kept begging for him to take you, to please stop teasing, to claim you. He obliged, slowly entering you and giving you time to adapt once more. “So tight, [Y/N]...dios, you feel so good.”
You could barely breathe through the initial burn and pain from the stretch, not noticing until now just how big he was. He seemed made to fit you as he bottomed out, sighing in pleasure at the tightness and warmth surrounding him. As your hips moved it was the sign he needed to start his own movements, shallow and slow at first until he started pounding you into the mattress.
The sound of skin against skin was maddening, so hot and delicious to you as the music from the balls you went to in Cádiz. “Guillermo...más, dame más.”
Another slap, “You don’t give orders here, señorita. And it’s teniente.”
You were sure you were leaving imprints on the mattress, his thrusts so deep and strong that your skin tingled. Your hands reached for him and hugged him close to you, nails on his back as he growled and moaned in your ear, praising you on how well you took him, how warm and wet you were for him.
You came once again, then twice, squeezing him tight. By the third one he moaned loud, holding you tight against him and thrusting as fast as he could.
“I’ll fill you up so good. And you will take it all, don’t let a single drop out. Am I making myself clear?”
“Sí…sí teniente, sí.”
“Good girl.”
He came then, the sheer heat of it enough to rip a moan from you. His own moan was loud and he shook as he emptied in you, true to his word in filling you up. You stroked his hair as he rode through his climax, kissing his temple in thanks.
As the two of you came down from your high he plopped on the bed beside you, slowly removing himself from you and hugging your naked, overheated body against his. “Dios mio, mujer. You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”
You chuckled, nuzzling your face on his neck. “I love you, Guillermo.”
“I love you too, [Y/N]. Now sleep. We have a lot to clean tomorrow.”
Spanish translations:
Te has portado muy mal, señorita = You have behaved very badly, miss
Perdón, teniente = I’m sorry, lieutenant
No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección = No more, miss. I’ll teach you a lesson
Esta noche me obedecerás = Tonight you’ll obey me
¿Comprendes? = Do you understand?
Sí = Yes
¿Y esto qué es? = And what is this?
¿Te gusta, eh? = You like it, huh?
Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes = Now open your mouth and mind your teeth
Buena chica = Good girl
Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable? = Look. Look at you. Do you think you look like a respectable lady?
Eres tan sucia. Pues, siga mirándote = You’re so dirty. Well, keep looking at yourself.
Querida = Dear
Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa? = Ah, I see. Jealous?
Estás = Are you
¡Me caso con usted! = I’ll marry you!
Mi amor = my love
Quiero ser tuya = I want to be yours
Ya eres mia = You’re already mine
¿No eres? = Are you not?
Dios = God
Más, dame más = More, give me more
Dios mio, mujer = My God, woman
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One More Voyage
Chapter 6, Temptation
Lesaro hums while he tries to remember. You stare—perhaps a little too long—at him while he thinks. At last he replies, “Well, as I said, I typically accompanied Capitán Salazar wherever he went. It was always strictly business. But I remember always passing by this one place . . .” He trails off, leaning forward to give the carriage driver a new direction. When he relaxes back into his seat, he chuckles a bit to himself. “I hope its still there. I don’t know if you’ll be interested in it, but I always wanted to stop by. Maybe it’s a bit foolish.”
From here, the fic will be split into two different narratives. The Lesaro Route and the Salazar Route. Both will have their own respective narratives with obvious overlaps. But you get to choose which one to follow :) Chapters will be labeled to indicate routes.
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One More Voyage
Lesaro//Ch. 12//The Proposition
“Listen,” Lesaro looks down at your hands in his own, running his thumb over your knuckles. “I spent all those condemned years within the Devil’s Triangle wondering why a just and knowing God would have allowed something like that to happen. So isn’t it . . . isn’t it worth trying?”
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One More Voyage
Lesaro Ch 7, The Storm
He tries so desperately to remind himself of the boundaries. That getting closer to you and allowing himself to be vulnerable in situations like these will put you both in danger. But he hadn’t felt this way about someone . . . ever. His defenses are weak.
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One More Voyage
Lesaro// Ch 9// At Rest
You lie completely still, nestled up against a man’s bare chest. And you cannot for the life of you remember how you got here. All you know is that you’re still fairly ill but not nearly as bad as you had been. And that you’re quite comfortable, aside from the debauchery and sin.
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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 1)
Hi my lovelies! This was supposed to be an oneshot for my beloved Capitán but I have so many ideas that I can’t so it’ll be divided into chapters. I actually dreamt with this story and had to write it. Armando may seem sweet here but don’t be fooled. Will be uploaded to AO3 as soon as possible with my other works, I'll publish the link here. Spanish to English translations at the end of the chapter.
Things to note:
This is an AU where the crew was freed from the curse, Jack Sparrow and basically everyone in Barbossa’s ship were killed by them and they went back to Spain. Pirates of the Caribbean (this movie at least) has a very confusing universe and I don’t think the timelines fit so I took some liberties with that. They were not gone for too long (25 years in my head though it felt longer for the crew while cursed).
For historic accuracy (someone has to care about that, right Disney?) I gave the reader a Spanish family name and set names for her parents.
Although I speak Spanish, it’s not my first language so I’m here begging for forgiveness for any mistakes and also begging for corrections if that’s the case.
Enjoy!
Life in Cádiz was monotonous to say the least. The city was not big and most of the life in it revolved in the Armada: if you did not work there, you probably knew someone who did, a friend or a family member. In your case it was your dad, Almirante Caballero. Your relationship with him was good. He was a honorable man, with a stable income that was more than enough to provide for his family and keep a big house. You had no complaints even with the long periods of absence in you childhood, a part of you knew it was part of the job.
Recently though, the whole Armada seemed restless and the rumours were endless. The crew of La Maria Silenciosa was back from the dead, freed from a supposed curse that seemed too fantastic to be real even to you and coming back to Spain after years of being declared dead to the world. You remember clearly as a child how the widows wept, the families broken as they received the news, the ship being late to their return, no communication from the captain and pirate activity on the rise again, the rumours reaching the Spanish shores in no time. The crew had passed, the ship was destroyed and the pirate named Jack Sparrow was to blame.
The captain and the lieutenant were your dad’s closest friends and the loss of such an esteemed member of his life destroyed a part of him you thought you would never see again. The friendly, warm shimmer in his eyes was gone since then and your mother begged him to leave the Armada, that they could survive somewhere else and do something else but he refused every time; Armando Salazar had renewed his will to get rid of the pirates, a goal they shared, and to protect his country. Now, with his return, your father seemed eager to receive him, to have him back to his house, show what had happened in these years.
That’s why today, standing in a beautiful blue dress the same shade of the sea that bathed Cádiz, you stood beside your father in front of the docks to greet them, eyes trained on its sails. How was it possible for the ship to be back in shape, like nothing happened to it? You don’t remember the captain or teniente Lesaro but you were just as nervous. Would they look like what the rumours said? Would they be aggressive, rude? So immersed and nervous you were that you did not notice the ship anchoring, the officers leaving and the families hugging and crying in celebration to have their loved ones back until your father’s strong voice shouted.
“¡Armando! ¡Guillermo!”
His voice sounded strained and you looked at your parents for the first time since arriving. Your mother had tears in her eyes, a hand covering her mouth and your dad did not look much better. He almost ran to the officers and embraced them, as did your mother, though the captain and the lieutenant were not in your line of sight for you to evaluate their reactions. That did not stop you from seeing their arms embracing your father too and the sobs that left his chest made your eyes go wide.
You stood there, uncomfortable, until your father walked with all three in your direction.
“I trust you remember mi hija, ¿[Y/N]?”, your father asked and you gave them a little curtsy. The eyes of the captain were trained on you the whole time, the weight of it was borderline oppressive. Lesaro smiled at you and nodded, taking your hand and planting a soft kiss to the back of it. The captain did the same, his eyes still piercing yours and bringing a soft blush to your cheeks.
“I certainly do, Hugo, though she was much smaller when we left these shores.”, Lesaro added with a smile. “A lot of time has passed, ¿eh?”
Your father agreed, “Sí, mucho tiempo. We have a lot to talk, Guillermo, over a glass of wine. I trust you and Armando have decided on staying with us for the time being?”
“Sí, I don’t believe we have other option and I look forward to having a real meal, fresh and delicious. Is Lucia still working for you?”, the captain replied and you started walking to your house together, your father giving them a briefing of life and happenings in Cádiz and the Armada while they were gone. Every now and then the captain’s gaze layed on you and you wanted to hide, the walk seemed endless.
In the house, the afternoon passed calmly and quickly. You didn’t see them the entirety of it, both men staying in the guest rooms to rest and get some energy back after the weight of the journey and their final battle. You walked through the gardens until a maid called you in for dinner.
Your father was happy and it showed in his face and actions. The capitán and the teniente seemed equally happy to be around the living and eating a well made, hot meal. After you were finished you stood up and excused yourself, resuming your walk in the garden with a book in your hands until you heard steps from behind.
“You are not very talkative, señorita. ¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato?”
You turned around, your eyes finding his on instinct. “Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán. I am merely giving you the opportunity to talk to my father, your absence had a great impact on him.”
His eyes softened at that and he hummed gently, stepping closer to you. “Lo siento, señorita. I am afraid my time away from the living has taken some of my social skills.” He offered you his arm as an apology, to which you promptly took and resumed your walk.
“Do not fret over that, capitán, it is understandable. But does it not make you uncomfortable to speak about it? The curse, these years? You seem so at ease.”
He chuckled then, his free hand resting on top of yours on his elbow and his fingers flexed, as if appreciating the warmth of the touch. “It is...a numb feeling, I admit. I used to think I would not wish to talk about it if we were ever set free but now I find it does not bring me any feeling. Besides, I presume there will be a lot of explanations to give to the Armada, so my talking is not over.”
You smiled and nodded in sympathy, “You have quite a tale to tell, capitán. All of you do. And it could be quite hard to tell it, some might be disbelieving but you have friends in this house, I am sure you will be back on the sea in no time.”
“I do not think of sailing again, señorita. I’m afraid my time in a ship is over.”
Her eyebrows raised, “You will not? The Armada has relieved you of duty?”
“You’re an inquisitive one, señorita.”, he chuckled again. “I believe this information is classified and therefore not for a civilian’s ears.” Another chuckle at your indignant huff and then silence for the rest of your walk. He took you back inside, leaving you by the doors of your room and leaving with a kiss to the back of your hand once more.
“Buenas noches, señorita.”
“Buenas noches, capitán.”
“Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando.”
“Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre. [Y/N].”
“Pues. Buenas noches, [Y/N].”
“Buenas noches, Armando.”
Spanish translations:
Armada = how the Spanish navy is called
Almirante = Admiral
La Maria Silenciosa = The Silent Mary
Mi hija = My daughter
Sí, mucho tiempo = Yes, a long time
Señorita = miss
¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato? = Cat got your tongue?
Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán = I’m perfectly capable of speaking, captain
Buenas noches, señorita = Goodnight, miss.
Buenas noches, capitán = Goodnight, captain.
Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando = Call me by my name, miss. Armando.
Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre = Then I tell you the same, Armando. Call me by my name
Pues buenas noches = Then goodnight
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