This part of the story is told within the eyes of a soldier. Hence the name.
I don't know how long I was standing there, but it seemed like forever. Nobody was going to be coming at this time at night. But then a soldier came. I recognized him from earlier. He was with Commodore Harrington, but where was the commodore, and the other soldier?
"Commodore…murdured…. Back at Isabelle's Remedies…. Killed other soldier," gasped the soldier.
"Sit down, rest. When you have caught your breath, please tell me," I said, offering him a seat on a rock. He sat, and a few minutes later he began his tale.
"The commodore took us to Isabelle's Remedies. I remember it because I had to take many drunkards there. He said there was a pirate there, captain of the Black Pearl," he began. I laughed.
"There's no such thing as a Black Pearl! It's all myth," I said. The soldier shook his head.
"It's in the harbor. We caught to people trying to board it. We forced them to tell us where the captain was," he continued. "So we went off. The commodore was blocked by Isabelle Black. She was a pirate, you know, her child's father was one also. Commodore Harrington threatened her. She drew her sword and killed him. Then her servant person killed the other soldier with me, ten they advanced on me. I think they will be fleeing."
I nodded.
"Go and gather reinforcements, they might still be back at her house."
The soldier left, and I was left alone. Then I heard soft laughter. I grabbed my riffle and headed out in the middle of the road. The cart stopped.
"It's my duty to stop any cart and investigate!" I said nobly. A woman spoke up nervously.
"There is nothing to investigate," she said with a heavy French accent.
"It is my duty, madam," I replied, stepping up to the cart with a lantern. The woman wore a green velvet dress. The man next to her was silent, but looked somewhat familiar to me. I looked in the back. A man lay shivering, covered in sweat. His cheeks were red. He suddenly lashed out, and a man pushed him back down.
"What are your names?" I asked. The woman replied again.
"I am Jasmin, this is Ignace," she pointed toward the man sitting next to her, "The man lying down is Iven. My son's name Cheval, and the two people back there are Christophe and Clara."
I eyed them, but then let them go. The rest of the night was silent.