In La Flama Escarlata's prison the two pirates threw the boy into the dank cell, closed the door and locked it. Finally, they withdrew with laughter and derisive comments.

-Enjoy your stay, huachi boy -said one of them.

The noise of the creaking boards as the ship tipped, a sporadic dripping in one of the other cells, and the slight muffled sound of water against the ship was drowned out by Kaleb's sharp, furious breathing.

The boy kicked a wooden bucket that was on the ground to release some frustration.

Clonk! Clonk!

The bucket bounced off the cell wall and then fell to the floor again.

-I appreciate what you did for me, I know you wanted to save me, but I won't lead that damn killer out of the book. I won't do it!

The boy sat in a corner of his cell, leaning against a wooden wall.

-I hate this place... -his voice began to crack-. I curse that... filthy thing for having created a place like this, where it locks up innocent beings like Nango and the huachis with deplorable scum like that damn murderous pirate. And Tabet...

Kaleb's expression changed drastically, the anger was gone in a second and in its place an immense and deep sadness flooded the boy, who, sitting on the ground, hugged his legs, hid his face and began to sob.

-I... I couldn't, I couldn't save him -he cried.