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I jerked out of the darkness by a pain that shot through my recently tortured hands. I gasped out in pain and a cruel voice replied, "You have some visitors, a priest and a citizen. I could leave you hanging there instead." He continued to take me down and roughly placed my on a bench. I looked across the table and there was indeed a priest, but also another man, a man that I knew from an organization that I was apart of named John Margall. I peered at him and he gave me a small nod. "Now, I will leave you to your visitors but you only have ten minutes," the guard said looking at the priest.
After he walked out I looked over at my visitors and asked, "John Margall, is that you?"
"Yes Esteban, it is I," he replied with a small smile and pointed at the priest, "and this is my brother, Father Margall. How are you doing, I just found out that you were in here yesterday."
"I am doing tolerably well," I muttered looking down at my mutilated hands. I did not want to worry them, but the priest had already caught a glimpse at my hands.
"Dear child!" he exclaimed in horror, "Your hands, what have they done to you? Your hands have nasty burns and holes and some of your finger nails have melted away!"
I looked sheepishly up at the two men and replied, "I was tortured with a metal rod that was heated until it was red." I lifted my hands to where John could see them also and his face matched that of his brother's.
"Esteban, we must get you out of here. There is no telling what they will do next!" John exclaimed quietly as not to be heard, "When did you say that Jack Aubrey was coming?"
At this statement, a fact hit me rather hardly, "He is supposed to pick up tonight at the caves near the beach, do you know of where I speak?"
"Ah, yes, I know of what place you speak of," remarked Father Margall.
I nodded at the priest and continued, "Well, Jack is supposed to send a jolly-boat out from the ship and pick me up there but he does not know that I am here. If I am not there, I do not know how he would react."
"You could send me down there, that way I can tell him where you are and we can join together and plan to get you out of here," John stated with brightened eyes.
"How brilliant you are!" I exclaimed, "But he may grow suspicious that you are a spy." At this, both of the men's hopeful expression grew grave.
"How can we make sure that this will not happen?" the priest muttered under his breath. We all were in deep thought when an idea came to me.
"Give me some paper and a pen, if you please," I suddenly broke the silence. Father Margall looked surprised but still produced a notepad and a pen from a pocket and set it before me.
"What are you going to do?" John staggered.
I picked up the pen with my hand and gasped in pain when the cool pen hit my deep, oozing cuts. John's eyes widened and exclaimed, "Surely you should not cause yourself pain!"
I looked up at him and replied; "It is the only way that he will know that you are not a spy. I will not die in this hell hole, even if it means I have to cause myself some pain." With that, I concentrated on my note. My hand was terribly shaky and the pen wavered across the paper and from my hand writing, you could tell that my message was painfully written. I signed it off and pushed it towards John.
"Give this to him and if he still does not believe you I have provided some information on the back that only I would know to tell him, if he still does not believe you, then God be with you."
The footsteps of an approaching guard made John stuff the note into his pocket and Father Margall said loud enough for the approaching man to here, "God be with you my child. We shall pray for you."
Catching on to what he was doing I replied, "Thank you Father and God be with you."
The guard opened the cell door and stepped inside, "Time's up."
As I was chained up to wall once more, I watched my visitors walk away and muttered to myself, "God be with you and God guide Jack's suspicious mind."
