 A Float with Henry Morgan! Jeffery Hunter and the Negro, Hero, escape successfully from the convict camp in the swamps. But Jeffery is suddenly stricken down with a dreaded fever, becoming unconscious. Hero carries him to a hiding place which he finds amongst the branches of an old tree. Meanwhile, Kitty, who has complete faith in Jeffery, waits for him to rescue her. Diat, knowing of Morgan's immediate departure, deserts from the flying gull. And the next morning, from the hillside, sees to his satisfaction, Morgan shifts, putting out the seed. And then, to Kitty's horror, he joins Kitty into Lorraine's hiding. Two days pass, days in which Hero tries to break the fever, which brings Jeffery so close to death. Days in which Kitty waits in vain for Jeffery to come, believing at last that he has deserted her. Then comes the evening when Diat tells her that the ship has arrived to take him to Cuba, and she realizes she is now beyond all age. The next morning, Jeffery awakens weak but cured, and insists that Hero take him to the stone hut. But upon reaching there, he finds Kitty has gone and the hut's empty. Gone? And I promised Kitty I'd come and rescue her. There was nothing you could do, Miss Jeffery. You were my distinct man. Why did I have to be struck down like that? It was that cursed fever. It's the fever that kills most men when they work in the swamps. Why, I had not been able to find those leaves and herbs you wouldn't be here with me now, Miss Jeffery. I would rather have died than have let Kitty down. You couldn't understand, Hero. You don't know what happened. I only know you had a friend in the hut. I also know you had an enemy. That's why I didn't bring you here. That friend was the woman I saw when we came to this hut that day. She was being held prisoner by two unscrupulous scoundrels, a man and a woman, two Spanish rats. I knew them both. That's all such a madly, Hero. Even now, I can't work it all out. There are so many gaps. Where have they gone now? They've gone back to some Spanish possession. Taking with them that other woman is a slave, no worse than a slave. The other woman who is my friend has been taken to a land where she'll have no friends. Where she'll be utterly helpless and powerless, where her life will be worse than the living death. She has gone believing that I... that I failed her. You just listen to me. Now you've been mighty sick, man. You're very weak. When a person's been sick and there's getting better, there's libel to think the most awful things about themselves. Ain't you got no gratitude? You ought to be mighty ashamed of yourself, Miss Jeffery. Here we are still in danger. You're only thinking of your own misery. You ain't got no thoughts for poor old Hero, what's done all he can to keep you from the grave. Yes, Hero, you're right. I haven't even said thank you. Why didn't you leave me? You might have been miles away from here now. I didn't want to leave you. You're my friend. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Nothing else matters. I know you're still a sick man. You have to get rest. Now I suggest we go inside the hut. No one is here. You can lie down and try to get some sleep for the rest of the day. When evening comes, you'll be refreshed. Ain't you forgetting that we go and join Captain Malvin? Yes, we have to get to Port Royal. I was forgetting that. We must get there. Especially now that woman has made her escape and gone off the island. She knows Henry Morgan's plans. I, poor fool, told her. We have to reach Henry Morgan before he sails and warn him that his plans are learned by a Spanish spy who has gone back to some Spanish possession. Unless he is warned, he'll be trapped. This expedition that Morgan is going on is the most hazardous one he's ever attempted. Well, there ain't nothing that we can do until nightfall. You must get some rest before we go to Port Royal. What with the sickness and disappointment that you've had, we can't travel in daylight. We'll have to wait until nightfall. Now you come with me inside the hut and I'll make you comfortable. And then when it's dark, you and I will sneak into Port Royal under cover of night and we'll find Captain Malvin. See ya. See ya. Ah, right, Dolores. I didn't hear you coming. What are you doing up here on the ship? Telling to the darkness. A man is entitled to have moments of dreaming. No. And way over there in the darkness, Cuba. Ah, it's good to be returning home, to be going back to my own people. People whom you have betrayed. But for me, you would be returning as a traitor. Many times, and I've been with Morgan as part of the little Cuba. Many times I regretted leaving that so lovely island. I never thought that the time would come when I'd be able to attend it. No all is forgiven, is it not, Dolores? I am returning home. I have fulfilled all my dreams, all my wishes. I am going back and taking with me the woman I want. I have the promises of rest. And you are going to keep your word, are you not, Dolores? I have promised you a reward, yes. I have promised you safety. What more do you want? I just want to remind you that, but for me, you would not have got back the Aztec Naglet. I have not got it back. Not yet. No, but you will have it when we read Cuba. While I hold it, I am still assured that you'll keep your promise. Do you trust anybody? No, no I should not. That's foolish. Yes, I am a very lucky man. Everything I have planned has succeeded and the head of me somewhere in the darkness lies Cuba. And also somewhere out there in the darkness is Captain Henry Morgan and his little sheep. Captain Morgan, sailing on his last expedition. Yes, sure now that you can travel. I am certain. I know where he is going and what he is going to do. As soon as I reach Cuba, I will tell my father. Mighty ships of Spain will sail after him. Mighty ships that will trap him and there will be no escape for Captain Morgan. You will see him again, Diaz. He will be brought back alive to Havana. I wish to talk with Captain Morgan again. And when I see him, he shall be in chains and I shall be wearing the estate necklace. He shall know before he dies a thousand deaths that it was I, a mere woman, who trapped him. Yes, Diaz, I too am happy. Miss Jeffrey, Miss Jeffrey, wake up. Oh, what is it here? What's wrong? No, it's all right. Didn't anything wrong? It's heavenly dark. You've been sleeping a long while. Look, I brought you some wild fruit. I went out just a little while ago. You ain't had nothing to eat for ever such a long while. You've been asleep for ages, so that'll refresh you. Yes. Yes, thanks. I wonder what time it is. The time don't matter. It's been dark night a long time. I reckon now you'll be strong enough after all that sleep all these long hours to give back to Port Royal. Well, we'd be safe there because all good people be at bed now. Yes, hero, I feel fine. I have to get to Port Royal as soon as I can. Captain Morgan's prepared to put the sea when I was taken. Must be ready for the ship now. Who knows? He might have been sailing in the morning. We must reach Port Royal before morning. Well, everything is very quiet. You know, while you've been sleeping, I've been listening. Today is the first time I've not heard the bane of the hounds. The search must have gone further afield now. Yes, and as soon as we escape, the authorities must have searched Port Royal too. We won't be looking for us there now. They're probably searching for us out on the plantations inland. Well, I reckon that's the Jeffrey. Have to eat up all that fruit I brought you. We should be on our way because we have to take our time. You're still weak. Oh, no, I'm fine. No, you ain't very strong. We have to be extra careful. We don't see no one. It's going to be dangerous going into Port Royal. We have to allow ourselves plenty of time. You eat that fruit I brought you, and we'll get going. Must be very late. I wish I knew what time it was. Must be well in the hours of early morning. If you reach Port Royal, you're not going to find anybody. Wait a minute, that's the Jeffrey. Look, just come around the corner. Down there. Someone carrying the lantern. Yes, I see. Quickly. Get in here. Put me up in gates. Stand behind the high fence. Let everything just go past. Three o'clock in the morning. A fine night is all that is well. It's a watch. He says he will be around for a while. He's coming closer. We'll be right at the docks. He ain't likely to look behind this wall. Three o'clock in the morning. All is well. He's passing. He ain't stopping. We'll have him before he comes this way again. You know, as soon as he's gone, don't run towards the docks. Just walk casually. One foot steps on halfway. His footsteps have faded right away now. Right, too fast, hero. I'm getting out of here. It'll be dreadful to be caught now. You saved the docks just around the corner. When we turn the end of this building, you'll see the flying garland of that. A few steps more. Hero, look. Oh, none of this appointment again. Keyside, sure. Henry Morgan's gone once again. I'm too late. We had to take a risk. There's only one thing to do. What's that? We've got to go to the Governor of Jamaica. Look at me, it's a scapegoat. For the sake of Captain Morgan, all these men have bought his ships. We have to forget our own safety. And go and tell Sir Thomas what we know. Look at the times, Sir Thomas. Four o'clock in the morning. I'm not used to this sitting up all night and talking. Well, you return to England tomorrow, Colonel. It's the last opportunity of having a little chat with you. But before you go, let's go into my study and have a final night, Cap. You know, I hate going back to England and not knowing the fate of Antoinette Delacy. Yes. Where is me, you two? I try not to think of it. Don't go into Thomas, eh? There's an intruder in the room. Look over there where the curtains hang in the window. They're bulging out. There's a man hiding there. Put that fiscal down there. Whoever is there is there for no good purpose. A shot is fired. The curtain's part in the Negro falls to the floor, revealing standing behind him Jeffrey Hunter, here at the encounter between Hunter and Sir Thomas Motford in the next episode of A Float with Henry Morgan.