Margaret kept away from the crowd that day. Anyhow, there was still few people in the markets because most people were celebrating. However, as she passed the dock, she looked over at the Enterprise and gave an alarmed gasp. There was Murtogg, kneeling over the fallen form of Mullroy. Margaret dropped her basket of fruit and vegetables and ran to them.
"What happened?" she cried.
"I...I don't know." He stammered.
"You must find help."
Murtogg nodded once before hurrying into the town. Meanwhile, Margaret knelt down and wiped Mullroy's forehead with the hem of her apron, soaking the cloth deep red. Mullroy stirred, and opened his eyes. In the limbo between sleep and consciousness, he lay there looking at her, and smiled. All too soon he was released from his trance, and frantically tried to sit up, though Margaret gently laid him down on the ship deck.
She never heard the footsteps behind her, only saw the chloroformed handkerchief cover her nose and mouth, before Mullroy, the Enterprise, and the beauty of Port Royal faded, the scent of Caribbean spice and sounds of life faded, and all went black.