Havana probably the largest city in the new world; certainly the most well armed. Home t' the legendary treasure fleets, an a real symbol o' Spanish wealth an power. Few places in the Caribbean conjured up images o' treasure laden ships like this port.
We'd be in port soon, no turnin' back now. Wot little cargo we'd stowed on the Rakehell, would get us the stores we needed t' head back home, if the Relentless were not here. But I knew she would be.
The Rakehell was a swift ship. Africa, an Ransom's crew, ran a tight course along the eastern seaboard o' Cuba. The winds favored us this day as Castillo del Morro came in t' view, above the port of Havana.