Traveling outside my mind

The sound of a cannon resounded through my ears. I quickly looked behind and saw the pirate’s ships close to the fort. I could only see ten of them. I rushed into the tunnels and made my way across the maze of stone and prisoners begging to be released. They, like me, were afraid of what was coming.
It was my fourth day in Cartagena, Colombia. The past three days were wasted for me. Laying on the beach is just not my thing, it’s my mom’s. But that fourth day, the spirit of adventure possessed her and we decided to go on a tour. A harmless, nice tour.
I insisted in seeing the San Felipe’s Castle, a big fortress with a splendid view of the Caribbean Cost. Five years after that vacation, I still remember the rough coral-stone under my fingertips. As my made my way through the stairs, the city grew smaller and the snakelike rivers shined under the sun. We got to the main entrance and I started feeling dizzy.
I still don’t know if what happened next was a side effect of a rare dessert I ate that day, or if the old castle was enchanted. My mother was no longer in sight and as I turned around, I found myself in a soldier’s uniform. Other soldiers were running forth and back shouting instructions. Then, a sense of urgency overcame me and I lose myself.
We need to be prepared for the attack. This was the third time pirate’s ships had tried to take the fort in a month. “This is bigger than the past ones” a soldier tell me as he hand me a gun. A minute later, sounds of cannons fill the air. The ships must be really close now. They will probably enter the castle. The protocol for attacks is the same every time, and I head to my designated place through a secret passage I discovered last week. I get out and see blood spilled in the stone. I aim in the door of a tunnel, where the one on the top can see the others who are down. I fire at the enemies, and soldiers by my side shoot a few others. We know the tricks of the walls, little places where we can hide and fire without being seen. This castle was built for it. We continue like that. And after so many blood and loses, we win the battle. I go to the top to rest, and as I stare at the Caribbean coast I promise I’d give my life for it.
A hand clamp around my shoulder and my mom shake me a little to get me out of the trance. She asks me to pose for a photo with the amazing panorama in front of me. No one seemed to have noticed my little journey. And since then, I’m just waiting for the next trip to the past.