Castigo - Vinganca E

The fire caught the Fortuna ’s fuel tank. The explosion was a hammer of light. A piece of burning debris—a spar of teak the size of a pike—was hurled not into the sea, but inland. It spun, comet-like, and crashed through the roof of the village’s only church, the Church of Santa Maria. The old building, dry as tinder from the summer drought, caught fire in an instant.

He did not scream. He did not cry. He simply fell to his knees in the muddy, ash-strewn square. Gaspar Mendes, miraculously, had been thrown clear of the Fortuna before the second explosion. He was found clinging to a piece of wreckage, burned but alive. He was taken to the mainland to recover, his fortune ruined, his fleet sold to pay for the damage claims, but alive. vinganca e castigo

The Salted Earth

Gaspar Mendes respected no one. He owned the docks, the ice house, and the cannery. He decided the price of sardines. And for a decade, he had coveted the prime mooring spot where the Esperança rested—a spot that guaranteed first access to the rich fishing grounds. The fire caught the Fortuna ’s fuel tank

Sofia was among them.

The police, paid by Gaspar, ruled it an “unfortunate accident due to negligence.” For three years, Joaquim became a ghost. He stopped fishing. He sat on the cliff above the Inferno rocks, staring at the white water. Sofia brought him bread and fish, but he ate little. She brought him the parish priest, but Joaquim only whispered, “God’s justice is too slow. I will be His hand.” It spun, comet-like, and crashed through the roof

They did not exile him. They gave him a hut on the edge of the village, a crust of bread each day, and a task. Every morning, he must walk to the charred church and sweep the ash from the stone floor. Every evening, he must fill the holy water font with seawater. He must live among the ghosts of the people he had killed.