What torments might immediately await him he cared little, horrible though he knew they would be.

The real source of his mental anguish lay in the conviction that the elaborately planned escape from this unutterable hell was frustrated now in the very moment of execution.
They came out upon the green plateau and headed for the stockade and the overseer's white house.

Pitt's eyes looked out over Carlisle Bay, of which this plateau commanded a clear view from the fort on one side to the long sheds of the wharf on the other.

Along this wharf a few shallow boats were moored, and Pitt caught himself wondering which of these was the wherry in which with a little luck they might have been now at sea.
Out over that sea his glance ranged miserably.
In the roads, standing in for the shore before a gentle breeze that scarcely ruffled the sapphire surface of the Caribbean, came a stately red-hulled frigate, flying the English ensign.
Colonel Bishop halted to consider her, shading his eyes with his fleshly hand.

Light as was the breeze, the vessel spread no canvas to it beyond that of her foresail.