 A Float with Henry Morgan Henry Morgan has learned that Panama City is bursting with wealth, which is awaiting the arrival of a Spanish fleet to take it all to Spain. The fleet is assembling in Havana in Cuba. Planning to stack and loot Panama City, Morgan sends Jeffrey Hunter to Havana to pose as a Dutch merchant and to find out movements of the fleet. Meanwhile in Havana, Diaz has grown tired of Kitty and threatens to sell her to the slave market. Upon his arrival in Havana with hero, Jeffrey goes to the governor of Cuba, Don Pietro Pizzaro. But Dolores sees him and unmasks him as Morgan's spy. Jeffrey refuses to tell why he's in Cuba. So Diaz has given the task of getting this information from him in the torture dungeons. You will regret Hunter that you didn't tell me the reason for you being here in Havana. You will never drag from me that information? The ropes are slack. Just one twist and they'll tighten. You'll begin to feel your limbs being torn from your body. Always a coward aren't you Diaz? You think to mock me? All right. A vicious twist and limbs stretch. Again the ratchets click. Sweat breaks out in his potted teeth by through clenched lips. Give their wheels to me. A savage sound of many clicks and muscles tear from limbs. Pain from the pit of the stomach sends out a muffled cry which forces open the clenched lips and hangs echoed in the dungeon. And though held taut the figure seems to say. Water again brings back to the mind the pain of a wrecked body. Happens all again. Not a word comes from the victim's lips. Coals from the braziest standing at his head stir with the rustle but his mind is too far away in a world of pain to know the significance of the sound. Until the pincers send screaming pain racing through his body as they burn and tear flesh from his bones. And the blackness of the mind covers the pain of the body. Deep. Deep as the blackness which water cannot provide. It's no good. We'll have to wait and then think out my mouth. Diat's lips are thin. His eyes glow with an almost insane rustle. He looks upon his fellow creature so helpless so broken and at the moment so far away from pain. Diat's anger surges like a red turbulent tide within. The desire to mutilate, destroy the man he hates takes all sense from his mind. Like an animal he snatches from the wall a barbed whip and swings it high above his head. Stop it, Diat. That will do no good. Man is unconscious. And done yet, sir. I did not hear you answer. They came to see what progress you had made. Put down that whip. Who served no purpose at the moment. Now he has defeated us. He has told us nothing. And you have not treated him gently. Now try to revive him but pay. We can be patient. He will return to a world of pain. And we must think of other means to make him open his mouth. If torture does not there must be some other way that we can persuade him. Dampietto. I think I know the way. I am listening. And as Diat talks, a slow smile spreads over Don. A smile of triumph. Orders are given to the two black attendants to take the unconscious Jeffrey down from the wreck and put about him heavy fetters. And trust him to address Diat and test himself. Gradually the black attendant is mine. They keep full the messages of pain who lift the blanket of blood to the unconscious. Wearily he returns to his head and tries to moisten the dryness of his lips. And he attempts to move without driving knives through his muscles. All melted power has gone from him. No single thought can come from his aches mind. There is just pain. Pain. Pain. But the pain-clang floor is cold and brings some relief. Time doesn't exist. There is only pain. And then the iron doors clang open and two men come in. Because his legs will not obey the orders that come from his mind. They each seize an arm. And he runs through it again to drag him out once more into the torch-lift dungeon. The yellow light blinds him for a moment. And they're called to let him take a look around. Slowly in a hard light, things take their shape. Incidents are taught to see that. He dullly sees Diat's and Don Pietro standing by the wreck. Stupidly he looks at them. And slowly he realizes that the wreck is not empty. And as though his mind is away from it all, as though he were looking down at itself, and he seems like a descendant suspected of having no relation to anything about him. Dragged over to the wreck, he looks down at the figure threats there. And into a pair of eyes, eyes which seem to grow large and are full of terror. As he looks, the pain in his head eases to let through his mind so slowly the thin threads of recognition. Once the flow begins, it rushes like a tunnel. His scream echoes around the walls. Help me, I'm frightened. No, perhaps, Hunter, you will tell us why Captain Morgan sent you to Havana. Sorry. You know, Kitty will not bear it in silence. I'll kill you for this. Turn the wheel. No, please, no! Only you, Hunter, can stop that wheel from being turned. This is your last chance. Speak up, Elsa, and turn the wheel myself. You remember that I am not gentle. Don't let them do it to me, Jeffery, don't let them do it. Why did Captain Henry Morgan send you here to Havana? What is the reason? I came of my own accord. No one sent me. I can't hear the rescue Kitty. Then I'll lie to you, Hunter. If you lie once, Kitty will suffer. You didn't know that Kitty had come to Cuba? I am a very, very impatient man, Hunter, and I have no mercy. I want this information from you, and I am going to get it. If I do not get the information, this girl will die. What is it to be? This is your last opportunity. Why did you come to Havana? Jeffery, don't let them hurt me. Please, don't let them hurt me anymore. I came to Havana because I want to know about the police assembly in Havana. Oh, what did you want to know when it was sailing for Panama City? Captain Morgan knew about that. He knows about the wealth in Panama City. Tell me, Hunter, what else does he know about? Isn't that all he needs to know? Oh, Captain Morgan wants to know when the fleet leaves Havana. He thinks no doubt to sail ahead of it around Cape Horn and wait for it there until it leaves. The wealth of Panama City. Yes, yes, that's his plan. See, very well then. This time, Mr. Hunter, we will not be making any mistakes. For this time, Captain Morgan will not be successful. He will fail in his mission. And then I shall have the pleasure of having him here before me, alive in this very dungeon. What will happen when you do not return? Captain Morgan will go straight ahead of his plan, until there's nothing more to turn. You should know that by now. He will sail without knowing information I... I would have brought back to him. Good. That is very good. It is a surprise that Captain Morgan will receive when he sails to attack the treasure fleet. You should have told us all this information before, Hunter. It would have saved you a lot of pain. Thank you, Diatz, for your cooperation. Good day. Just a moment, Don Pietro. What are we to do with this person now? I do not really care, Diatz. He's a little used to us now. And his present condition is useless to anybody. There is to be a sale tomorrow in the market. Put him up for sale. That is all, Diatz. I will go now and leave you to finish off the business. I must go and add upon the information that I've just received. All Diatz, fate has thrown me in your path once again. Must be for some purpose. Fate will repeat itself and I'll be waiting for the next meeting yet. I shall be remembering a lot. When it happens again, Hunter, it will be you who will once again have regrets. The sale in the markets tomorrow should be a very interesting one. I must tend to it. There will be you and Kitty. You are doing that to Kitty. Why? Because it didn't mean to do so. But there's another one who has been sold as well as you and Kitty. A certain Antoinette de Lézé. With this one, she is the real Antoinette de Lézé. All right, you men. Take that woman off the rack and bring the two of them with you. We'll take them to the auctioneer in the markets. This is the sale that the auctioneer said to put them in. It isn't very large. Hold the land that I'm sorry I can see you. It will not be your home for very long, you know. Just until after the sales tomorrow. Huh? So you're not to be alone. You have a companion here. Here's this. Go away. Please, go away. Very beautiful, too. And you speak in English. There's only one person whom you could be. You must be Antoinette de Lézé. What wants you with me? Nothing at the moment. But you make me regret that I'm selling away on a ship so very soon. The fates hunter are playing one big joke. The fates, they put you and Kitty and Antoinette de Lézé in the one sale altogether. Tomorrow you'll lose sight of each other for good. It's a good joke, a rich joke. All right, lock them in. What is happening? I do not understand it all. I'm so very frightened. Never mind about yourself. Help me with this man, Jeffery Hunter. Let's try and make him comfortable. He's been tortured. They are cruel and inhuman. These people, they're going to sell us as slaves. Yes, it looks like the end of everything now. It might not be. Why? There's just one chance. One faint glimmer of hope. I have a friend. A negro called Hiro. While he is still free, all is not lost. What a slender hope this is. What could Hiro do to aid these three unfortunate people? Listen to the next exciting episode of A Float with Henry Morgan.