Annabelle stayed with Mr.Hunter and waited anxiously for Archie and Mr.Hornblower's return to the cell. Soon, Archie returned which made Annabelle extremely happy. So happy that she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.

"May the Lord be thanked. Where is Mr.Hornblower?"

"Annabelle, remember when you first came to the prison. I told you that I was ill because I had not eaten."

"Well, of course you did. You're better now, though."

"I was not only physically ill, Annabelle. I was also very unstable mentally."

"Well, I'll admit that you weren't in a good frame of mind, but that was because you had been locked into prison. Any innocent man would-"

"It wasn't the prison that drove me to madness. It was the hole."

"Hole? What hole?"

"There's a hole in the ground. It's almost a bottomless pit. It's damped, cold, you have to eat but the dust on the ground. Every time it rains, you find yourself getting wet. So wet that you begin to suffer chills. It's also home to many rats. There's nothing for you to do, expect pray that you will leave to see tomorrow."

"Why do you say this to me?"

"Because. That's where they are placing Mr.Hornblower."

"I've known the Don to be cruel, but that is simply madness. We cannot let them do this. We must save him."

"No. We can't."

"Archie, he's our friend. What's more, is that he's our commander. Without him, the Lord only knows what would happen to us."

"Calm down. You know that Horatio is quite a strong fellow, he won't give in. He won't quit."

"I know."

Annabelle hugged Archie again and let out a sigh. For the next few days, Annabelle waited anxiously in her cell for Mr.Hornblower to remerge from the hole. Finally, after a week, Mr.Hornblower was finally removed from the hole. He was thilfy and a bit disoriented, nonetheless his mind was stable and he was alive.

Soon, two days flew by, and a storm reached the prison. Mr.Hornblower was out on one of his walks during this, which made Annabelle extremely nervous.

"Oh, this storm is dangerous. When will he return?"

"In a moment, Annabelle. In the meanwhile, why don't you lay in your bunk and rest." Matthews said.

"Rest? When Mr.Hornblower is walking in the middle of a treacherous thunderstorm. I simply won't have it."

"All hands of the Indy! All hands of the Indy!"

Annabelle heard Mr.Hornblower's call. Something had happened. Suddenly, all the cell doors opened and every crewman lined up.

"To the shore, quickly now!" Mr.Hornblower said.

"What's happened, sir?" Matthews asked.

"It's the Anamarie. It's been wrecked. We must rescue those aboard."

The crew followed Mr.Hornblower down to the shore and helped him move an escape boat into the wild sea. The storm was picking up and the sea was tossing and turning. The crew, this included Mr.Kennedy and Mr.Hunter, got into the escape boat and sailed for the Anamarie. There, they fished out at least six men. Before, a very familiar passenger came aboard. Miss Cobham. Once she was safely aboard, she made her way over to Annabelle.

"Why, Miss Williams. Such a tough young girl." Miss Cobham said.

Annabelle, not only relieved to see a familiar face, but afraid of the storm, hugged Miss Cobham and began to sob. Nobody even noticed due to the onslaught of sailors that we're coming aboard. Suddenly, one of the sailors, jumped too early and was lost in the waves. Mr.Hunter jumped over board to rescue him. Once the sailor was safely aboard, Mr.Hunter seemed a bit too stunned, and refused to climb aboard. Mr.Hornblower pleaded and pleaded with him to take his hand. It was too late. A wave swept by and Mr.Hunter was lost.

Annabelle felt a bit ill and felt she needed to rest after the storm, but she knew she shouldn't. However, Mr.Hornblower could tell she wasn't feeling herself, and insisted that she rest. Annabelle fell asleep, her head felt heavy and she had a terrible cough. The next morning, Archie saw Annabelle was pale and shivering. Concerned, he went over to her and felt her brow. Nobody was awake at this moment, so he woke Matthews.

"Matthews, it's Annabelle."

"What of her, sir?"

"She's burning up with fever. We must get her to a sick bay."

"How, sir? We're in the middle of the ocean."

"I know, but she could be suffering from anything. Pneumonia, typhus..."

"The Lord watches over those who are loving, sir. Don't worry."

In the back of his mind, however, Matthews was just as concerned. Thankfully, in a matter of days, they were back aboard the Indefatigable. Annabelle was taken to the sick bay, and was diagnosed with a terrible cold. Archie and Matthews were relieved. Annabelle slept for two days, and when she woke, Archie was at her side.

"Good morning, Archie." Annabelle said.

"Annabelle, you're finally awake."

"How long was I asleep? Did everyone survive? Does Captain Pellew know about-"

"Slow down. Everyone is fine. Including Miss Cobham. Now, rest your eyes and I'll find you something to drink."

"No, that's all right. I'm fine. Please stay."

"All right."

"I do apologize for my frailty. I must've let Mr.Hornblower down."

"No, but you certainly gave me a start."

"My apologies."

"Annabelle, when I thought you were sick. My heart felt heavy. I know it may seem silly, but I have fallen in love with you."

Annabelle was so taken back by this confession, that all she could do was stare at Archie. After awhile, she was able to speak.

"Archie, for all you have done for me, I could never thank you enough. Your friendship is one that I hold in the highest regard. Yet, look at us. You have been locked in a prison for two years, and I have only just recovered from the death of Mr.Eccleston. Please, do not think of this as a rejection. Only some time to sort out our feelings."

"How much time will we need?"

"I don't know. No one can be certain of these things. Perhaps, it will take a day or maybe a year. Only know that you will always be in my heart. Always."

Archie kissed Annabelle quickly and got up to leave.

"Archie!"

Archie turned back to Annabelle.

"Thank you for tending to me."

"My pleasure, Miss Williams."

Archie left the sick bay.