The next morning, the men were allowed to step outside for awhile. As Annabelle and Matthews were about to leave their cell, Annabelle stopped.

"Go ahead, Mr.Matthews. I believe I'll just rest."

"Promise to leave Mr.Kennedy alone?"

"I promise."

"Good girl."

Matthews left the cell. As soon as Annabelle saw that the coast was clear. She stepped into Mr.Kennedy's cell and knelt at his side.

"Kennedy, wake up, man. It's Farleigh."

Mr.Kennedy opened his eyes and smiled as best he could.

"Charlie, I thought you would never visit."

"Come now. You saw me through a rough time. I'm only repaying the favor."

"The guards?"

"They're outside. As is the crew and Mr.Hornblower and Mr.Hunter."

"Mr.Hornblower. What a good friend he was."

"Is."

"No."

"I don't understand, sir."

Mr.Kennedy sighed and attempted to sit up. Annabelle helped and placed a pillow behind his back. He shrugged her off.

"Do you remember that night that I went missing? When we were to capture Papillion."

"Indeed, sir. What a wait it was."

"Do you also remember those fits I had spoke of?"

"Yes, sir."

"I had suffered a fit. Fearing, that I would draw attention to the crew. Mr.Hornblower knocked me out cold. He left me in the longboat and the crew went aboard the Papillion. When I woke. I was in Spain. Cold and hungry and wet. I was frightened. I had no idea where I was. It didn't take long for two Eagle soliders to discover that I was from Britain. They took me and placed me here. In this rotting cell. What's worse. I was tortured, forced to give information on the whereabouts of any English soldier. I didn't speak. So, for two years, I've been here. This is what I've become."

"Sir, how do you blame Mr.Hornblower for this?"

"A search party. If I were his friend, he would've have sent a search party."

"Mr.Hornblower was shot as well, sir. You shouldn't believe that he wasn't concerned for you."

"How bad was his wound?"

"Well, it was a direct shot to his brow, sir. He was bleeding. Almost drowned, but-"

"His life? Was it at stake?"

"Well, Finch said it was simply a graze and wound mend easily."

"Now do you see? Look at me, Charles. Then take a look at Mr.Hornblower. Do you not see the true victim of that night? He is right in front of you."

"I understand, sir. Some scars heal. While others-"

"Will always remain. If you had any notion of what hell I've been through. You would not question my reasons for despising Mr.Hornblower."

"You despise him, sir? Simply because he was protecting the crew of the Indefatigable? I understand that you've been hurt both physically and...mentally, sir. While, I do pity you, I-"

"I don't ask for pity, Charles. I don't ask for sympathy. I don't ask for you to turn against Mr.Hornblower."

"Then what are you asking?"

"I am asking you to open your eyes and see the world as it is."

"I see the world clearly, sir. Since you do not ask for sympathy nor pity. I shall give you my most honest opinion."

"What is your opinion?"

"Do you want me to tell you all that has happened? After you dissapeared, many died. Lieutenant Eccleston and Lieutenant Chadd were crushed to death by a stupid sail. Then, rations were cut. Finch died of scurvy. Then, this new man, Bunting. He stole food and abandoned his duties, for that he was flogged and killed later. Many men, including myself, had to stay aboard a small fleet. To protect those aboard the Indefatigable from the Black Death! Afterwards, I witnessed a fire ship come close to destroying the Indefatigable and many other victorious ships. Now, because of a simple mistake, we have all been sent to jail. We have been scorned and been abused by the people of Spain. So yes, Kennedy, you may believe that your life has not been as pleasurable as you had hoped. But to say that you have been the true victim. I only advise you to take a look at the men that are sitting in these cells. Mr.Hornblower included. We don't deserve this hell, just as you don't deserve to suffer."

Annabelle stood up and left the cell. She saw Styles was standing in a dark corner, carving some sort of tool. He waved to Annabelle and she ran up to him. Throwing her arms around his neck and crying quietly.

"Thank you, Mr.Styles. Thank you for protecting me." Annabelle whispered.

"All right, where did this come from? Don't tell me you spoke to Kennedy."

"I fear I did."

"Well, what did he say?"

"Nothing. He didn't say a word."