The moon rose to the sky as if it was the only source of light in the whole universe. No candles were lighted in any cells or rooms. Dorolh thought, 'maybe the chief's room had some light within it that could challenge the darkness and coldness of the prison'. Dorolh was crying in the corner of his cell. His massive tears were falling down on his lifeless cheeks. The tears created a waterfall of helplessness upon his face. He lay down in the corner of his cell. Dorolh was in a position that emphasised how much pain and suffering the boy had felt over the past few days. Also, on his left side, just about where his rib cage could be seen; his shirt was covered in blood. He was so acutely injured; his blood created an enormous puddle.
Dorolh woke up after he heard crashing footsteps, which almost crushed the wooden stairs. Eventually he saw a gigantic man. The man had hands which were colossal; as if he had been a farmer previously. The man wore a long black coat, made of a leather and prodigious black boots upon his feet. He held a huge baking pot which contained, 'food' (as some of the prisoners called it). This, 'food' seemed like it was, 'vomit' and it smelled of a specific and awful odour. Every single prisoner had a metal bowl within their cell. The bowl was simply made. Some of the bowls were already rusty inside. However, the hunger of the prisoners was, 'speaking' louder than the part of their consciousness which cared about, 'hygiene'. When, Dorolh got his turn to taste the food, the muscular man gave him less of the food than the other prisoners. The boy looked at the man and said with frustration, "Where is my food?" The muscular man grabbed Dorolh by his shirt and forcefully brought the boy into the cell. The other prisoners shouted and demanded, "Fight! Fight! Fight! " The man brought his face near the boy's. He gave him eye contact which terrified the boy and said quietly. "Eat it or… you won't have it at all!" Then the man threw Dorolh back to his cell, and continued with his activity.
After this experience, Dorolh realised that being in the jail was just wasting his own time. He knew only rapists, murders and thieves; no innocent people! Therefore, Dorolh promised to himself that when he left the prison; he would change his life for the better. However, he did not know how he would achieve this dream. And then…Dorolh heard the wildest scream that he could ever imagine. The chief screamed in a panicked voice, "Pirates! I cannot believe they are back again!"