At dawn, Ana goes to work at the tasca. Quiet dance the Bamba behind the bar. Talk gansadas, kneads bread, decks, slaughters spiders to get to pay cheap house.
Bad streak.
Abraham, behind the vine, plots a plan to capture the lady. In the morning, he goes to the house. She's flattering, she's flattering, but the lady throws laughter. Nothing's quiet. It's a battle. It's enough to kick the scoundrel away.
In failing such a cunning plan, Anna praises Allah.
Anna loves Adam. Adam loves Anne. They're marching to the altar. White ladies sing ballads. Silent Ana advances with her. Abbot writes to marry the lady. Lamps throw pearlescent flames into the sacred room.
Abraham drags the boat into the sea. Load bananas, staple, oranges, papayas, pumpkins, apples, salted carnaza to set sail.
Raise anchor. Bursts drag the boat to the high seas to reach Casablanca.