To avoid him she stared out over the dark sea; deep in thought. Emotions playing over the youthful face.
Just when Roberto thought she wasn't going to tell him something she began to relate a story very familiar to her.
“A horrific storm came up near the north-eastern coast of Africa. The waves were higher than the ship and they towered over us terrifyingly, with a fierce and menacing anger. Promising to crush us with every pounding." He could see she was reliving it, as she closed her eyes.
“The wind was cold. It felt like it wanted to tear the skin from our faces. I was never as terrified as I was that night, clutching to my mother's body. People cried out that we were going to die. But my mother covered my ears to silence the voices around us.
“Someone yelled that they must drink t
