Encouraged by Havier, his fellow sailor hesitated a bit but finally gathered the courage to untie the belt that bound Havier.
After observing for a while and noticing that no one came in to stop or scold them, the sailors gained their freedom one by one.
They fastened the belts back around their waists and sat beside the sofa.
Some tended to the companions with bullet wounds in their legs, others cocked their heads to listen to the sounds outside the room, but none dared to push the door and go out.
Although the situation seemed slightly better now and the enemy appeared relatively gentle, they could not forget their identity—
Prisoners.
...
Besides the sofa, the captivity room also had two long tables, and the light through the strip-shaped windows made the room neither dark nor particularly bright, bringing an unspeakable sense of oppression to the Spanish sailors.
They remained silent, with only the injured occasionally groaning.
