Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long I've had exams. I'm actually blowing off studying for one right now. Shhh don't tell. Anyway this is short but I'll try to post soon. This story is taking so much longer then I thought it would. Thanks to my reviewers: ReahX25 enigmagirl2727 and Mikol. Thank you for reading! I hope you all like it! I'm dedicating this chapter to the end of school. Thank god it's all over and now summer can start.

Now the three of us were reunited, except of course Indigo was drunk out of his head. Fezzik, it turns out, had a cure for that. A good hearty stew. Fezzik fed Indigo the stew while I sat around telling him about how Fezzik and I had gotten back. Fezzik motioned me over a little way away from Indigo so he couldn't hear us.

"Should we tell him," Fezzik asked me, "about the six-fingered man being Count Rugen?"

"Well we have to but," I responded, "gently, please Fezzik." He nodded and walked back over to Indigo. He gave Indigo another spoonful of stew.

"Vizzini is dead," I blurted out, "and Count Rugen is the six-fingered man!" Indigo smiled for a minute and then his eyes rolled back into his head. He fainted dead away, his face in the stew.

"What happened to gently?"

"I just got carried away. I couldn't wait to see his face." We both looked down at Indigo. "Well except you can't now because it's buried in the stew."

"I have another helpful technique."

"That's it" I laughed, "I'll be outside."

A few minutes later Fezzik had Indigo's hair in one hand and was dunking his head in water, first in cold water then in warm water.

"That's enough," he yelled shaking his head, "that's enough! Where is this Rugen now so I may kill him?"

"He's with the Prince at the castle," I answered from the window, "but the castle gate is guarded by thirty men." Indigo kicked a table and it fell over.

"How many could you two handle?"

"I don't think more then ten."

"Hey don't go thinking I can take on the castle guards," I cautioned Indigo, "I'm a sailor who can defend themselves. Count me for taking about one or two, with help." Indigo counted on his fingers.

"Leaving just about twenty for me." He looked discouraged. "At my best, I could never defeat that many." He sunk down into a chair. "I need Vizzini to plan. I have no gift for strategy."

"But Vizzini is dead."

"Yeah," I added, "he was killed by the man in black."

"No I don't need Vizzini," he said, "I need the man in black."

"What?" Fezzik looked thrown but I thought I knew where he was going.

"He bested you with strength, your greatness." He stood up and walked over to Fezzik. "He bested me with steel. He bested you," he nodded at me, "at sailing. He must have out-thought Vizzini. A man who can do that can plan my castle onslaught any day. If he's a mercenary then we could offer him money to join us."

"He's not," I said remembering how he and Buttercup had emerged from The Fire Swamp together, "he's in love with the Princess. The one the Prince is supposed to be married too."

"Let's go!" Indigo started for the door excitedly.

"Where?" Asked Fezzik.

"To find the man in black," Indigo answered, "obviously."

"But you don't know where to find him," Fezzik pointed out.

"Do not bother me with trifles." Indigo shouted flinging the door open.

"Actually I saw him arrested by Count Rugen," I mentioned, "he's probably in prison somewhere. Most likely close to the castle."

"After twenty years at last," Indigo exclaimed, "my father's soul will be at peace. There will be blood tonight!" I rolled my eyes as Fezzik and I hurried to keep up with him. This was going to be a long and confusing castle storming.