The knights grabbed the headless body and headed outside with it.

"Humans know nothing of the healing arts. I need salt water. I need the sea." He said and began painfully working the bolts out of his legs.

"You're lucky to get clean water." Wulfsen said, taking the map back and looking at it. "Maybe I'll get you have something for the pain if you tell us how to safely get on this island Mazi was talking about."

"I'm telling you nothing." The Nelek disguise had faded away, he was now undeniably Tabor.

"It appears he doesn't care if his head is parted from his body."

Wulfsen shrugged.

"I've had enough killing today, but if he's not talking tomorrow I'll lop off his head too. Maybe give him some encouragement to speak after his knees start feeling better." He nodded to the whip and handed the bloody axe to one of his men.

"Aye, let him think on what he just saw, he knows now we mean business." He waited for the knights to take the axe. "I need to speak with you on an unrelated matter, and it may be nothing."

"All right, what is it?" Wulfsen asked as they left the dungeon.

"Before Sileas left for Portside, she asked me to bring her anything left in the old Lowell manor. She felt there might be an answer to fighting the mermen among Master Lowell's books or things. Surprisingly, the manor had been left untouched," Xavier began as they stepped outside the dungeon.

"There were very many strange manner of things, I suspect he may have had mystical, if not magical, powers. But that isn't what bothered me. Among the things, in a trunk, was a small box and a letter addressed to Sileas. It was my understanding Master Lowell was murdered long before Mrs. Spenser wed Shawn. I set it out where she would easily find it, but it's troubling me. How did Master Lowell know of her and further, why would he leave something specifically for her?"

"That doesn't make sense." Wulfsen said. "Are you sure it was from Master Lowell?"

"It was underneath a stack of papers on his shelves. The writing appeared to the be the same. I'm sure she's already found it in her room, so we can't ask Mrs. Spenser about it," Xavier replied.

"Even if it was in a box, Mrs Spenser lived there and lived with Mr Lowell. There's a chance she has seen the letter or even knows what it's about." Wulfsen reasoned. "Maybe he knew someone else named Sileas, my Sileas isn't the only one with that name."

"True." Xavier lifted his shoulder slightly. "There may be others named Sileas but it's not that common of a name. Not like Mary or Emma or something like that."

"It makes the most sense though." Wulfsen said. "It's not like he could have known her. He died so long ago, Sileas would have been a small child in Portside then."

"I know. It's very puzzling," Xavier said.

"I'm going to go talk to her now. I'll ask her about it." Wulfsen said, curious but not overly concerned.

"All right. I'm going to see deliveries of building supplies are going."

"Wait, I don't know where Sileas is staying." Wulfsen said. "Could you show me?"

Xavier's eyes twinkled. "She didn't tell you where her room is? Are you quite certain she wants you visiting?" he teased.

Wulfsen blushed. "We are betrothed."

"Oh? You would have thought she would have revealed where her room is to her betrothed," Xavier laughed. He couldn't help it. It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to tease his friend, he was usually on the receiving end. "Well, come on then."

"It never came up." Wulfsen muttered and followed Xavier.

Xavier chuckled as he headed toward Sileas's rooms.

Lek managed to slip down during a shift change in the guard. He tried the door to Jack's cell, but of course it did not open. No matter what others told him, he wanted to kill this man, even if he looked like he was already dead. Lek grabbed the bars and pulled as hard as he could, sweat ran into his eyes before he let go of the bars. He wiped the sweat away with his sleeve and glared at Jack when his vision cleared. He grasped the bars again.

"Are you dead or are you still there?" Lek asked in a low, angry voice. "Either way I bet you're getting what you deserve." Lek was furious that he could not reach Jack, then was hit with inspiration. "Pinja is happy, she's practically forgotten everything you've done to her. She's not hurting anymore and is moving on in her life. We-we're to be wed. We had already been engaged before your family came and we're not letting what happened get in the way." Lek babbled out his fantasies. "I love her, and I'm going to make sure she's always happy."

Feeling that he had managed to hurt Jack, even if he could not physically beat the scum up, Lek turned and left. He did not notice that the bars he had pulled on had bent outwards slightly.

Wulfsen was still yawning and cracking his neck as he went down to the dungeon. He frowned at the bent bars, had they always been like that? They were not bent enough for anyone to escape but even so...

Wulfsen called over a guard to cover him. He drew his sword, unlocked Jack's cell and went inside. Jack was very still. He looked dead but Wulfsen knew he had to make sure. He grimaced, alive or dead Wulfsen did not want to touch him- Jack was such a disgusting person. Wulfsen forced himself to touch Jack's neck, no sign of life, no pulse, but he was barely cold. He had not been dead for long. Wulfsen stood up and wiped his hand on a corner of his cloak.

"Get this trash out of here before he smells it up any worse than he already has." Wulfsen said and headed out of the dungeon.