This he realized when he found himself upon his back, pinned down by Blood, who was kneeling on his chest, whilst the men summoned by their Captain's shout came clattering up the companion.
"Will I say a prayer for your dirty soul now, whilst I am in this position ?" Captain Blood was furiously mocking him.
But the Spaniard, though defeated, now beyond hope for himself, forced his lips to smile, and gave back mockery for mockery.
"Who will pray for your soul, I wonder, when that galleon comes to lie board and board with you ?" "That galleon!" echoed Captain Blood with sudden and awful realization that already it was too late to avoid the consequences of Don Diego's betrayal of them.
"That galleon," Don Diego repeated, and added with a deepening sneer: "Do you know what ship it is?
I will tell you.

It is the Encarnacion, the flagship of Don Miguel de Espinosa, the Lord Admiral of Castile, and Don Miguel is my brother.

It is a very fortunate encounter.

The Almighty, you see, watches over the destinies of Catholic Spain." There was no trace of humour or urbanity now in Captain Blood.

His light eyes blazed: his face was set.
He rose, relinquishing the Spaniard to his men.