Then take a look around.

Dantè s got up and looked forward. One hundred yards away, standing on a dark rock was Fort Yves. For more than 300 years, this gloomy prison had experienced many terrible things. When he was in front of Dantè s, he was like a death row man who saw the guillotine.
Fort Yves. What did he call us to do there?
The gendarmes are smiled.
I wasn’t detained there, was I? Dants said it was an important political prisoner’s place. I didn’t commit a crime, did I, Judge Yves Fort?
There’s a warden, a guard and some prisoners. Don’t act surprised, or I’ll really think you’re mocking me to repay my kindness.
So, so I’m going to be in it, too
Maybe, but it won’t help if you hold my hand so tightly.
No formalities, right?
Everything has been done.
So you don’t consider M. de Villefort’s wish?
We don’t know what M. de Villefort promised you. The gendarme said, I know we are taking you to Yves prison. What do you want, friends, to catch him?
The military police’s trained eyes saw the rapid movement, which was the moment when Dantè s jumped into the sea, but four powerful arms had caught him, causing his feet to be nailed to the floor, and he fell into the cabin screaming wildly.
Several gendarmes put their knees on his chest and said that your sailors wrote this letter. Don’t believe these sweet words. Listen, sir, my friend, I have violated my first order, but I won’t violate my second order. If you move my horse, I’ll tell you to put his gun on Dantè s’ head and feel that the gun has been held against his head
At this time, he wanted to end the bad luck that suddenly came to him, but it was unexpected. Dants thought it wouldn’t last long. He remembered M. Villefort’s promise, so hope came back to life, and he wanted to die in the hands of a gendarme. It seemed that he felt too mediocre and shameful. He simply fell down in the cabin and roared and bit his hand bitterly.
At this moment, a violent vibration shook the small hull-they had arrived at their destination, and a sailor jumped ashore. An iron rope dragged over the pulley, and the sailors were already holding the boat on the rope.
The gendarmes grabbed him by the arm and dragged him up to the castle. The sheriff followed with a bayonet musket.
Dantè s did nothing to resist. He was like a sleepwalker. He saw soldiers lined up on both sides. He also knew that he had to lift his feet at the stone steps. He felt that he had passed a door. The door passed after he passed. Everything he saw seemed to be in the fog. He could not even see the sea. The seascape was so frustrating to the prisoner. He could look at the vast ocean in front of him with painful memories and knew that he could no longer gallop freely.
They stopped for a ride, and at this time they tried their best to get their own ideas.
He looked around and found that he was in a square courtyard surrounded by a high wall. He heard the uniform footsteps of the sentries and saw their muskets flashing when he passed in front of the lights.
They waited for ten minutes, and the gendarme was sure that Dantè s would not escape again, so they let him go. They seemed to be waiting for an order, and the order finally came.
Where is the prisoner? A voice asked.
Here a gendarme is answering.
Tell him to come to me and I’ll take him to his room.
Go gendarmes pushing dantes said
After the prisoner walked behind his guide, he led him into a bare wall that was almost buried in the ground. It smelled like a bench covered with tears, and there was a lamp on it. Dantè s saw the face of his guide in a dim light. He was a first-class prison guard, and his clothes were very uneven and his face was gloomy.
This is your room tonight. When he said it was too late, the warden had slept for a day. When he woke up and saw your order, he might change the place for you. Now here is bread, water and straw. A prisoner hopes that’s it. Good night. Dants hasn’t come to see where the jailer put the bread and water. He hasn’t looked at the corner to see where the straw is. The jailer has picked up his lamp and left.
Dantè s was alone in the darkness and silence. The dome of his head was cold and cold, burning his forehead like a fire, and he walked silently and motionless like that vault. At dawn, the jailer came back with the order that Dantè s didn’t need to change rooms. He found that the prisoner was still there, as if nailed to it. His eyes were swollen with tears. He just stayed up all night. The jailer stepped forward and Dantè s was surprised as if he hadn’t seen it.
Didn’t you sleep? said the jailer
I don’t know. Dantè s replied. The jailer stared at him blankly for a while.
Are you hungry? he asked again
I don’t know