He woke up in an unfamiliar house. Carlisle tried to remember what happens when he could feel the pain on his left shoulder and back. He groans."Oh, you're awake."Said of a beautiful voice he is very familiar with. He turned his head and stared at the beautiful woman who currently tended his wounds."Where are we?""I don't know where we exactly were, but Albert brought us up North, he knew this tribe."Albert Jones, is his errand, a native man in this land. Carlisle is the one who gave him that name and the rest of his family. He tried to get up but he doesn't have much strength yet."You should stay in bed. Let me finish cleaning your wounds and change the gauze.""Okay. Where is he by the way?""Albert went to get some food.""How long did I lose consciousness?" asked Carlisle."Three days tonight," she responded."Then no news about the others?"Marivella shook her head. "I heard from Albert, the British soldiers still wandering on the shore."