With so much time to sit and think, Armando's feelings of guilt turned to rage. How had a boy bested him? The thought made Armando impatient and irritable. There would come a day when they would escape the Triangle, but that day didn't seem to be in the foreseeable future. He tapped his cane anxiously on the deck. Until that day, he would plan and plot. He would one day catch Sparrow and on that day, he promised that he would cut him down. And with each day that passed, that pent up anger built within him.

Marcela stood watching him for some time. Armando had always been a very persistent man driven by goals, but she'd never imagined him to be one so bent on having revenge. Though, she supposed that it was only natural to want to completely decimate the man who took everything from them. The feeling of being confined had to have been new to them. But Marcela knew the feeling all too well and though it saddened her that all the things she'd imagined she would see slipped beyond her grasp, she wasn't alone this time.

She fiddled with the sleeves of the shirt that she had changed into. It was one of Armando's that had managed to survive the crash. It was far too big for her, but much better than wearing a blanket. It hung down to her mid-thigh. She tugged at it slightly and sighed. It would have been fantastic had they gotten a chance to travel to a port and get her some proper clothing. She had found a ratty pair of pants when she'd rummaged through the ruins of below deck. They had split up almost past her knees, but again it was better than nothing.

Her eyes drifted to where Antonio was sitting alone. He had a wistful look on his face. Marcela was certain that he had something on his mind that he'd been hiding from everyone. She followed his line of sight. He'd been watching Lesaro. And then it dawned on Marcela. Antonio had been talking about his feelings toward Lesaro. He'd been talking from experience. That realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Had she been so absorbed in her own issues that she hadn't noticed Antonio's anguish? He'd hidden it well, that was for certain.

Antonio barely noticed as Marcela sat down next to him. He let out a longing sigh.

"Talk to him..." Marcela suggested. Antonio jumped as he hadn't registered her presence yet.

"What would I say?" He asked, fiddling with the buttons on his waistcoat.

"Just tell him how you feel," Marcela furrowed her brow, "He will either accept your feelings or say no. What could be the worst that could happen?"

"Javier could try to kill me?"

"You're already dead, Antonio. Wait... his name is Javier?" How had she not known that? Well, come to think of it, she didn't know the names of several of the men she'd been sailing with. Javier Lesaro... that was strange.

They sat together in silence for the moment with nothing but the sound of the rippling water below between the two of them. Antonio felt slightly better now that he knew he had someone to talk to at the very least. It made eternity stuck in the triangle a little less nerve-wracking. He felt as though he could relax if even a little bit. With nothing to do to keep himself busy, his feelings for Javier and the hesitation to do anything about it, caused him near constant anxiety.

Meanwhile, Marcela had been thinking to herself. The person who had tried to kill her was stuck with her. Since the accident, she hadn't thought much about it mainly because she'd been too concerned with Armando. But now that it was all sorted out, the thought plagued her more than she would have liked. Whoever it was, they were still on the ship with her. She couldn't die anymore. She'd already died. So where did that leave them? Whoever it was had obviously wanted to be rid of her. How would they attempt to accomplish that now?

"Antonio? Who do you think tried to kill me?" She murmured to which he only shook his head in reply. He honestly had no idea. Who would want her gone? Perhaps someone close to Armando who thought that she was getting in the way. But nobody was very close to the captain.

"They will be revealed in due time, I suppose. We aren't going anywhere and killing me isn't a possibility anymore. I mean to bide my time, then," Marcela stood from her spot next to Antonio. But the question still remained. Did she really want to know? What if it were Antonio? She sighed and patted her friend on the shoulder.

"You can do it, Antonio. He would be a fool to pass a man such as you up," Marcela grinned and earned a small smile in return from the man sitting before her.

"Now, it would seem our captain requires a bit of distracting," she said to herself as she wandered off from her friend and up to the man she loved. He seemed to know she was coming before she'd even ascended the stairs to meet him.

Armando turned to her and took her hand in his, lifting it to press his lips against it. Wherever his cold lips touched left a smear of darkened blood behind, but Marcela didn't quite mind. Cleanliness seemed to be a thing of the past anymore. It would take some time to get used to the new look of the crew, but as ethereal and almost terrifying as they looked, they were still the same men.

"Stop dwelling on The Sparrow, Armando. It does not do good to hang onto revenge. One day, we will escape. But until then, think of what you have now. You have your crew... and you have me. Is that not enough for now?" She asked, letting her fingers tangle in his hair. She could feel the wound on the back of his head and it made her heart hurt for him. Though she knew that her own wound didn't hurt, it certainly didn't make her feel alive.

"It is... for now. But one day we will behold the sun again. And after I wet my blade with the blood of Jack the Sparrow, I will bring you home to Spain," He promised, looking into her amber eyes. Though a part of himself still yearned to hunt pirates, losing Marcela wasn't something he could handle. Perhaps one day they could have a family and though he would always be a soldier, his heart would be hers.

"Spain...? Is that where you come from?" She asked, tilting her head.

"It is a beautiful land. I will tell you about it sometime," Armando let a little ghost of a smile onto his face. He supposed that with her, this predicament wasn't quite as bad as it could have been had he been serving this eternity alone. No, he had her and it was enough, at least for the moment.