The commotion outside seemed to be putting the whole town at an uproar. Randy got up from his meager straw mattress and looked out the barred window. All he could see was smoke and the ships masts in the harbor. When he heard the tramp of boots coming up the stairs he turned to see who it was, thinking it was more prisoners.<br/><br/>Barr the door, and lets head up to the tower. Everyone moved as one, as they met guards on post they put a knife in them the men dressed as officer's being the only ones to get close enough to do so. They made their way up the tower to floor holding all of Blackthorn's men, after dealing with the guards Macquain turned to the cells, "Gentlemen Blackthorn has reached from beyond the depths of Jolly Roger's locker to grant you a pardon for your crimes."<br/><br/><br/>"Praise be!!" Randy shouted, and the rest of the ill fated crew cheered as well. "Let me out of here!! And who might you be, kind sir?" He was clearly happy. He grabbed the red bandana out of the window and tied it around his neck once more. There should not be any question the very young man, looking to be maybe eighteen, was Maria's friend Randy.<br/><br/>The rest of the scurvy lot looked to be the worst dregs of humanity. Scruffy and foul mouthed they all claimed to know where Blackthorn buried his treasure.  Of course they all lied, because none of them knew a blessed thing. They figured once out of this hellhole they would scatter and find it on their own.<br/>