“We’ve got to help him,” he said, but his words came out as nothing more than a croak. Mel looked at him and frowned.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do,” he said softly. “If I could heal him, you know I would.”
Aramis watched the wounded man in silence. I can’t stand to see anyone die, he thought. How am I going to kill my own brother if it comes to that?
His thoughts were interrupted when Mel handed him a piece of wood with some sort of pinkish meat on it.
“Fish,” Mel said, as if reading his mind.
“Thanks.” Aramis ate in silence, watching the captain the entire time. The sun was quickly descending and the temperature was beginning to drop. “How long was I out?” he asked.
“A few hours,” Mel answered.
Aramis sighed. He didn’t know exactly where they were, but he knew they were st
