Your hands were filled with native blood, and your eyes were filled with bitter tears. How painful it is for a mother to lose her own child, whom she carried under her heart and loved with such strength that it was impossible to describe. The death of your child at the hands of a pirate broke you, but the desire to take revenge and show anger took over. "The waves began to rise in a desire to show how indignant the siren was, that she was ready to tear everyone apart for her child. It seems even nature itself conspired with you and complemented the loud noise of the waters mixed with the bright sound of thunder, and dark clouds.* These raging waves scared the culprit of what was happening. Price list. It was his hands that dared to kill your child without any regret and now have the conscience to beg you to stop.

– Stop! Wait!

John's thoughts were racing from corner to corner in his own head, and his heart was about to burst out of his chest. If only a man knew how a ridiculous action could end, he would think a hundred times before killing an innocent child. The feeling that the sand was slowly disappearing from under my feet only drove me more crazy.