Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

a mile wide, but it boasted a good clear spring, and teemed with plant
and animal life. Holding the image of the unnamed islet fixed in his
mind, Jack took out the compass Tia Dalma had given him, back when
he’d been younger than Chamba was now, and closed his eyes,
concentrating.
When Jack opened his eyes, the needle of the compass was
pointing firmly northwest. Smiling, he again concealed the compass,
and went forward to take the wheel. Jack steered the ship for several
hours, adjusting her course heading slightly as the compass needle
indicated. The captain had to be careful not to reveal the compass to
his helmsman or any curious crewmember. There was simply no way
to easily explain what he had. Crews had mutinied before when they’d
decided their captain had gone mad.
Robby, of course, knew about the compass; he owed his life to its
ability to point the way to whatever the person holding it desired the
most. But it had been years since he’d seen Jack use it steadily, as he
was using it that sunny afternoon.
The next morning, Jack was rewarded by the sight of the cay, only
a few miles distant. This area of the southern Bahamas was studded
with them, some real islands, others just spits of land or rocky
outcrops. Coral shoals were common, so navigation had to be
pinpoint. As the Wench approached the cay, Jack kept two
contingents of crewmen busy—both port and starboard—taking depth
measurements.
The little cay had no harbor, so Jack dropped anchor half a mile
away from it. Quickly, he assigned crews to go out in the longboats
with their water barrels, and also dispatched Second Mate Connery to
take a crew of sailors who professed themselves marksmen on a
hunting party. Wild boar roamed the island, and the men’s eyes lit up at
the idea of fresh meat.
Five or six crewmen scurried to get their fishing tackle. Fresh or
salted fish was another treat.
As the boat crews returned with the filled water barrels, they
reported seeing dozens of large tortoises sunning themselves, so Jack
gave permission for several men to go back to capture some. “And
find me some fruit,” he instructed. “Bananas, coconuts…whatever