"She didn't just die, Basco." The privateer's madness is stifling in the small cell, Joe shifted to lean back against the wall beside Marvelous, to rest his bad leg, putting out one hand to rest on the Captain's calf. He's not sure who he's reassuring anymore, but he finds himself reaching for Basco with his free hand and a modicum of sincere concern. "Don't think me such a fool. She was killed. Who did it?"