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Authors: Margarita Engle

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In memory of my Cuban Indian ancestors

 

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Caliban

from
The Tempest
by William Shakespeare

 

Bernardino de Talavera was deeply in debt, like so many Spaniards who worked their Indians to death, yet could not prosper. He assembled a group of seventy characters in rags for debts and other unpunished crimes, and together they stole a ship.…

Bartolomé de las Casas

Historia de las Indias

HISTORICAL SETTING

Spanish ships reached the western Caribbean Sea in 1492, searching for Asia and spices. Instead, the explorers found peaceful islanders, and enslaved them.

By 1510, the Bahamas, Hispaniola, Puerto Rico, and Jamaica had been conquered. Only Cuba, the largest Caribbean isle, was still free.

It was a time of hurricanes on an island of hope.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Quebrado
(keh-BRAH-doe): A young ship's slave of Taíno Indian and Spanish ancestry

Bernardino de Talavera

(ber-nar-DEE-no deh tah-lah-VEH-rah): The first pirate of the Caribbean Sea

Alonso de Ojeda
(ah-LON-so de oh-HEH-dah): The pirate's hostage, a brutal conquistador

Naridó
(nah-ree-DOE): A young Ciboney Indian fisherman

Caucubú
(kow-koo-BOO): The young daughter of a Ciboney chieftain

Caciques
(kah-SEE-kehs): Chieftains

Behiques
(beh-EE-kehs): Shamans

Ciboney and Taíno Indian tribesmen, women, and children

Spanish sailors

Spirits

Ghosts

Part One

Wild Sea

Quebrado

I listen

to the song

of creaking planks,

the roll and sway

of clouds in sky,

wild music

and thunder,

the groans

of wood,

a mourning moan

as this old ship

remembers

her true self,

her tree self,

rooted

and growing,

alive,

on shore.

Quebrado

One glance is enough to show me

the pirate's mood.

There are days when he treats me

like an invisible wisp of night,

and days when he crushes me

like a cockroach on his table.

I try to slip away

each time I see

his coiled fist,

even though

on a ship

there is no place

to hide.

Quebrado

The sailors call me
el quebrado,

“the broken one,” a child of two

shattered worlds, half islander

and half outsider.

My mother was a
natural,
a “native”

of the island called
cu ba,
“Big Friend,”

home of my first few wild

hurricane seasons.

My father was a man of the sea,

a Spanish army deserter.

When my mother's people

found him on horseback,

starving in the forest,

they fed him, and taught him

how to live like a
natural.

To become a peaceful Taíno,

he traded his soldier-name

for Gua Iro, “Land Man.”

He and my mother

were happy together,

until a plague took the village,

and none were left

but my wandering father,

who roamed far away,

leaving me alone

with his copper-hued horse

in an unnatural village

of bat-winged spirits

and guava-eating ghosts.

Sailors call me a boy

of broken dreams,

but I think of myself

as a place—a strange place

dreamed by the sea,

belonging nowhere,

half floating island

and half

wandering wind.

Quebrado

I survived alone in the ghostly village,

with only my father's abandoned horse

to console me, until a moonlit night

when I was seized by rough seafarers,

wild men who beat me

and taught me how to sail,

and how to lose hope.

I was traded from ship to ship as a slave,

until I ended up in the service

of Bernardino de Talavera,

the pirate captain of this stolen vessel.

The pirate finds me useful

because I know two tongues,

my mother's flutelike Taíno,

and my father's drumlike Spanish.

Together, my two languages

sound like music.

Quebrado

How can a father abandon a son

in such a dangerous world?

Why did he leave me alone

in that village of ghosts

with only his red horse

for company?

What kind of horseman

abandons his steed?

A sorrowful man,

that is the answer.

I have spent all my years

accepting sad truths.

Bernardino de Talavera

I once owned a vast land grant

with hundreds of
naturales
,

Indian slaves who perished

from toil, hunger, and plagues.

Crops withered, mines failed.

All my dreams of wealth vanished.

Soldiers soon gave chase,

trying to send me to debtors' prison,

so I captured this ship and seized

a valuable hostage, Alonso de Ojeda,

Governor of Venezuela,

an immense, jungled province

on the South American mainland,

where he is known

as the most ruthless

conqueror of tribes.

When I heard that Ojeda

had been wounded by a warrior's

frog-poisoned arrow,

I offered help, assuring the Governor

that my ship would gladly carry him

to any port with Spanish doctors.

I offered the illusion of mercy,

and Ojeda was desperate enough

to believe me.

Quebrado

The pirate demands a ransom,

but the hostage insists

he has nothing to give,

so while they argue,

I lean over the creaking ship's

splintered rail,

watching with wonder

as blue dolphins

leap and soar

like winged spirits.

My mother believed dolphins

can change their shape, turning

into men who come ashore

to sing and dance during storms.

If legless creatures

can be transformed,

maybe someday

I will change too.

Bernardino de Talavera

I catch the broken boy,

and it takes only a few quick blows

to convince Ojeda

of my strength.

When the prisoner sees my power

over a slave boy, he understands

that I would show even less mercy

to a grown man.

Knights who have lost

their guns and swords

are remarkably easy

to frighten.

Alonso de Ojeda

All my life, I have been triumphant.

On the isle of Hispaniola, I tricked

a chieftain by offering him a ride on my horse,

then trapping him in handcuffs.

I sent him away in the hold of a ship,

to be sold as a curiosity in Spain,

but a hurricane sank the vessel

while the chief was still shackled.

Expecting rebellion, I slaughtered

his queen and all her people,

to keep them from seeking revenge.

There were days when my sword

killed ten thousand.

Now, all those dead spirits haunt me,

and I am the one on a ship

in chains.

Quebrado

The life of a ship's slave

is hard labor and fists,

or deep water and sharks.

When I sleep, I belong to the land.

In dreams, I work in a field,

planting roots in rich soil.

In dreams, I feel like a spirit of the air,

riding my father's leaping horse.

In dreams, I feel free,

until the sun rises and my eyes open,

and once again I must struggle

beneath the weight

of flapping sails

and heavy ropes.

Quebrado

My mother loved the green parrots

and red macaws that made the sky

above our village look so cheerful.

She always had at least one raucous bird

perched on her shoulder.

As if by magic, the clever birds

learned to speak two languages.

My first words of Taíno and Spanish

were mastered by listening to songs

recited by feathered creatures

of the air.

Now, each time I think of home,

I remember that the world

is big enough to offer more

than sorrow.

Quebrado

The sea is wild today.

The sails look like wings.

Sailors chant tales while they work—

sweet songs about the Island of Mermaids,

and scary ones about the Isle of Giants,

with green jungles where huge women

turn into monsters, clasping sailors

in their talons.

The sea is wild tonight.

The roaring wind

sounds hungry.

Alonso de Ojeda

Shackled to a rotting wall

in the ship's stinking hold,

I feel as helpless as a turtle

flipped on its back,

awaiting the cook's

probing knife.

I clench my fists

and struggle

to fight my way

out of the handcuffs,

while ghosts

gather around me,

watching

and waiting.…

Bernardino de Talavera

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