Amidst the forest, Arthur left Lovino tied up against a tree. Despite being in his armor, Antonio pushes onwards. Lovi sniffles, "Please come get me…" Antonio breaks through several vines, slightly losing his balance as he stumbles into a clearing. Within a few minutes he eventually finds Lovi. Getting closer to the Italian, he tugs and pulls the knots apart. Lovin cries into his shoulder, "What took you so long…?" Pulling the ropes off him, he helps Lovino stand. "I'm sorry chiquito…" he says as he gently strokes the child's hair.
Making their way back to the camp, they find some of their crew survived the attack. Yet, the natives and settlement suffered greatly. Mia walks up sternly and slaps him across the face. "You're a lying bastard…" Holding his hand in front of the child's eyes, his words fell silent as he noticed the blood trickling down her leg. "Disculpame Mia…" Arthur walks up to them, clapping his hands. "Well done. You managed to find him in one piece!" Antonio turns his attention to the man before him. "Run…" Grabbing Lovino's hand, Mia hurries into the cornfields.
Arthur scans his person and looks disappointed, throwing his gun to the ground between them. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever is left standing, wins." Glaring at Arthur, Antonio walks towards him unphased. "Now, now, no cheating." he remarks, trying to assert authority. Antonio walks over the pistol. "Interesting…" Britain bites his lip excitedly. "You can have my lands when I fall." Striking the armor with a hidden knife, Arthur's arrogance changes to concern. The blade made but a scratch. As the night continued, the fight prolonged. By daybreak, Britain had become so exhausted they temporarily retreated. Antonio calls out to Mia, eventually seeing them emerge from the fields. The Spaniard agreed to leave some of his troops behind to help prepare her people for future attacks and protection. Packing their things, Antonio gathered the remaining troops and boarded their nearby ship in search of another land to explore.
After a week at sea, the excitement of the adventure settles. Below deck, Antonio charters another area of interest. It will take perhaps six more days to arrive at the destination. Before he found Romano, Antonio was unforgiving, and the worst of crimes were trivial to him. Yet, something about being a father changed his perspective. An innocence, weak child that looked up to him for protection, guidance, and compassion. He found someone he was willing to risk his life for. Remembering the night Mia was bleeding, he takes one of his ornate daggers and stabs it into the globe. Britain is ripped in two. Taking a deep breath, he gathers his composure and walks back onto the deck. Welcomed by the mist of an ocean's splash he looks to the horizon to gather an understanding of which direction they should be heading towards.
In the distance, they pass along a wreckage on a Spanish merchant trading route. There are no visible survivors and the flag intentionally ripped off its mast, laying shredded on the crimson deck. Antonio pondered at the effects to his homeland should they continue to lose more resources to the rampages of a spoiled man. Being firm in his resolution, he kneels down on one knee and performs the sign of the cross. Witnessed by God, he vows to rid the sea of British influence.