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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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For <strong>the</strong> first time, a light sparked in Chamba’s eyes, and he<br />

smiled. <strong>The</strong> expression transformed his face. “Aye, Cap’n! I be a good<br />

sailor man, <strong>the</strong> best! You will see!”<br />

Jack held out <strong>the</strong> shirt. “Here. Put this on. Keep <strong>the</strong> dirt out <strong>of</strong><br />

those wounds.”<br />

With a hiss <strong>of</strong> pain, Chamba eased <strong>the</strong> shirt over his head. It was<br />

so long it fell past his hips. Jack handed him a blanket. “You can make<br />

yourself a bed in my pantry. <strong>The</strong>re’s enough room in <strong>the</strong>re for you to<br />

stretch out. <strong>The</strong> doors close.”<br />

“Aye, Cap’n.” Gamely, Chamba climbed to his feet and limped<br />

after him to arrange his sleeping place.<br />

“And over here is <strong>the</strong> head,” Jack said, and took him to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cabin to show him <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r enclosure overhanging <strong>the</strong><br />

quarter gallery. While he was standing <strong>the</strong>re, looking at <strong>the</strong> head,<br />

something occurred to him, and he looked at <strong>the</strong> youth. “If Mr. Blount<br />

comes to <strong>the</strong> ship tomorrow, looking for you, you’ll need to hide,<br />

understand? I’ll give you some warning. If you hear me rap on <strong>the</strong> door<br />

to my cabin, one rap, hide.” He demonstrated.<br />

Chamba nodded. “Where, Cap’n?”<br />

“I think you can fit in here. I’ll move <strong>the</strong> rum out…temporarily.” Jack<br />

opened <strong>the</strong> hidden compartment, leaned over, and pulled out <strong>the</strong><br />

bottles. He stowed <strong>the</strong>m away in <strong>the</strong> pantry. When he came back,<br />

Chamba was staring down into <strong>the</strong> box-like hiding area.<br />

Jack looked at it, <strong>the</strong>n at <strong>the</strong> lad. “Can you can fit in <strong>the</strong>re?” he<br />

asked, dubiously.<br />

“Aye, Cap’n,” Chamba said. “If fitting mean Mr. Blount don’t catch<br />

me, I fit.”<br />

“All right, <strong>the</strong>n. Make sure you don’t leave any sign that you’ve<br />

been here in <strong>the</strong> cabin, savvy? Er…understand? If Blount comes here,<br />

I’ll make sure this is <strong>the</strong> last place he comes in. That should give you<br />

time to hide.”<br />

“Aye, Cap’n. Hide good, that’s me.”<br />

After he’d settled <strong>the</strong> youth in <strong>the</strong> pantry, Jack stripped down to his<br />

drawers, <strong>the</strong>n blew out <strong>the</strong> lantern. He’d wondered if he’d lie awake,<br />

but <strong>the</strong> long day, coupled with <strong>the</strong> effort <strong>of</strong> hauling <strong>the</strong> runaway through<br />

<strong>the</strong> window, had tired him. It wasn’t long before he slept.

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