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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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“Next time, when a lady says ‘let go,’ Pintel,” Melinda said, her<br />

pert nose in <strong>the</strong> air, “perhaps you’ll listen.”<br />

Swishing her skirt, she stepped over to Jack and took his arm.<br />

“Let’s go somewhere quieter, Jacky,” she suggested.<br />

“My very thought,” he replied.<br />

Toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y traversed <strong>the</strong> corridors and warren-like<br />

passageways <strong>of</strong> Shipwreck City, until <strong>the</strong>y were once more at <strong>the</strong> level<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cove. It was much quieter outside, and <strong>the</strong>y began walking along<br />

<strong>the</strong> docks, looking for an unoccupied, dark place to conduct <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

business.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y’d walked nearly around <strong>the</strong> little island that held Shipwreck<br />

City, all <strong>of</strong> it lined with layers <strong>of</strong> docks, passing Troubadour and<br />

Venganza midway. Finally, just as Jack was about to suggest going<br />

back to her room, he spied a place that would serve—a section <strong>of</strong><br />

dock that lay in deep shadow cast by <strong>the</strong> nearly full moon. He steered<br />

Melinda toward it, and had just begun to strip <strong>of</strong>f his coat to lay it down<br />

on <strong>the</strong> splinter-infested wood, when he heard a gasp from his<br />

companion that grew so shrill it was almost a scream.<br />

Whirling around, he saw her staring, eyes wide, at <strong>the</strong> water.<br />

“What is it?” he demanded.<br />

Wordlessly, she pointed, her hand shaking.<br />

Jack looked, following <strong>the</strong> angle <strong>of</strong> her finger, and saw, in <strong>the</strong><br />

moonlight, what was floating a few feet below <strong>the</strong>m. He stared, silent<br />

with shock, hearing <strong>the</strong> gentle lapping <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> water—and also <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t,<br />

sodden thumps <strong>the</strong> left leg made as it drifted back and forth against<br />

<strong>the</strong> pilings.<br />

“Tommy,” Jack whispered. “It has to be.” <strong>The</strong> clo<strong>the</strong>s were right,<br />

and <strong>the</strong> man had been bald. But he couldn’t be certain. <strong>The</strong> dead flesh<br />

was <strong>the</strong> color <strong>of</strong> seawater, and bloated.…<br />

Seeing also that <strong>the</strong> crabs had been at <strong>the</strong> body, Jack felt his<br />

stomach lurch. He’d seen dozens, possibly hundreds <strong>of</strong> dead men—<br />

and some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m he’d known. But most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m had been killed in<br />

battle, not drowned.<br />

Hastily, he handed Melinda <strong>the</strong> coins she hadn’t yet earned, and<br />

ordered her to go back to Troubadour’s berth, call out to <strong>the</strong> crewman<br />

on watch for Captain Teague, <strong>the</strong>n lead <strong>the</strong> Pirate Lord back here

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