His mother was a whore. His father, English.

He had no last name when last name was the only mean to scare away hunger. 

Even so, a believer. Camacho insisted on earning his bread with the sole purpose of being honest.

Everything went to hell, though.

The pious whore, a mute Indian, a disbelieving friar and that honest bastard will try to steal the 

largest cargo in the history of the Spanish Indian fleet.

Across the Ocean, in that recent Spanish empire where sun never sets, in a Yucatan where tropical 

rains drown dreams, the Balvanera hauls were being filled with the most valuable merchandise 

of its time: "palo de tinte", dying wood. 

The ship will hold an immense fortune. 

Meanwhile, the grim reaper sought to collect debts...