The Captain of the ship, a fiesty woman and one who made you feel insignificant in her presence, would be her savior from a fate worse than death, in her estimation. She was set free, allowed to remain upon the Captain's ship. The Black Swan was her home for nearly a year, that was until the good Captain had purchased proprietyship of a particular Dockside Tavern and Inn. Now given a new lease on life, Captain JD Black placed her at the helm of control there. She was to run the tavern, JD wishing to remain a silent benefactor, so none would place the establishment and the Pirate in the same thought of ownership. With the exception of the higharchy knowing differently first hand or of the ships crew.
Carlotta was a small woman by stature, standing only five foot five bare footed. A natural
glow to that tanned complexion, not overly weathered.. That long black hair always brushed
to a satiny soft shine and left to fall freely over shoulders. Auburn highlights to be noticed
when kissed by the sun.. Those soft chestnut colored eyes were always reflective of that
smiles warmth, or laughter sounded. So much life was evident in the young woman of
twenty and one years, who was on the run. None knew where she was, nor would she make any attempt to
contact and inform them. Content in her life, the halls of noblity left far behind. Life was good
again, new avenues to explore. She was already becoming quite the business woman, her
father and JD had taught her well and she quickly developed her own skills.
Her hobbies would now include gardening and experimentation in the kitchen, with the aid of
the Black Swan's cook, Hank Zane. When his presence wasn't demanded below deck, he
would be found at her side, in a fatherly fashion. She had been his assistant for the past year
upon ship and they developed a close relationship. He was as proud of her as if she were his
own child. Something he had not the priviledge of, or knowledge if there was on out there
somewhere. She adored him, a kind man with a golden heart. He was patient as a Saint, even
when she made repetative mistakes.
Why couldn't her own father be that way, instead of demanding her to be something she
wasn't. In youth, it was for her to act like a boy, even answering to the name Carl. When she
could no longer hide that body that bloomed into womanhood, much to her father's chargin,
that's when things changed yet again. Now she was a pawn in his political games. He should
have never raised her in the world of males, she held their way of thinking and actions. Which
is where she got the courage to run in the first place, then to survive her ordeal and now to
move on with her life. He should be proud, he taught her well.
