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As soon as we boarded the Adelina, I went down to my cabin, stripped and tossed aside my clothes to be burned, then washed my body and hair free of all the blood. When I once again felt normal, I put on clean clothes and went up on deck.
“Fabricio.” Captain da Rosa pointed to the man and gestured for him to pay attention.
“Sim, chefe?”
“Go catch something good for dinner.”
Fabricio nodded and retrieved a fishing rod. He baited the hook and cast the line over the side, and I joined him, asking with signs if that was all right. He nodded again, signaled I should keep quiet—which wasn’t a problem. After the events of the afternoon, I had no desire to speak to anyone—and teased the line.