|Captain Blake seeks to return a favor.|
"He said he would meet us here at 3 bells!"
"No worries, Captain," said Williams, the first mate. "I'm sure he did not forget your appointment."
"I only hope the Sicilian is still alive," replied Captain Blake. "I would never forgive myself if he died before I could repay his favor."
"Shall I send back to the ship for the gold now, sir?"
The captain assented with a barely perceptible nod. Then he motioned for his matchlock men to come forward.
"Light your matches and keep a sharp eye out. The Don's men may be nearby."
The captain scanned the square with this gunners, and he pondered why the Sicilian would only ask for two small chests of gold.
"We owe him more than just gold. He saved my entire ship and crew from destruction, so why does he only ask for the gold?"