Chiquere - Next dayEscobar shifted his weight carefully off his damaged leg and looked across the room. He had been up all night writing a suitable explanation of events for Madrid but he knew deep inside that he was ruined once the story got out. He looked across at Victoria, Silver, Salazar and Blomburg. They had all been brought to him at the town in various stages of despair. Blomburg had survived the rocks but "Dresden" was in a parlous state. Salazar had no ship and was a ruined man whilst Silver and Victoria just stared benignly at him. Escobar shifted his weight on the chair and grunted in agony from the bullet wound that had been quickly patched.
It had been an agonizing journey across the mountains but he had good reason to be here. “You realise that you will all now pay the for
