The Admiral Prideaux dropped his whip and signaled to a guard near him, the guard brought the admiral a flask of water. The Admiral snatched it and drank until he had completely drained the container.
He then wiped his mouth with his arm and spat suddenly. His shirt was covered in blood and soaked with sweat.
He gazed at a figure hanging from iron chains in the cell. She was unconscious and her back was a bloody mess.
“Leave her a bucket of clean water and fresh clothing. She must look presentable should England come calling to check on her. I have a feeling her wounds will heal as they have before.” The admiral then put on his jacket. “I have seen many horrors in this world, but Grace Flynn, is a living curse. We can only hope she is killed soon and before she kills us all.” Admiral Prideaux warned then left Grace’s cell.