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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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“Too right, love.”<br />

Esmeralda began rowing for <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cove, and<br />

Jack, to make things look good, took out some bread and cheese, and<br />

<strong>the</strong> bottle <strong>of</strong> wine. She unshipped <strong>the</strong> oars, and <strong>the</strong>y drifted, sharing<br />

<strong>the</strong> food and wine, for all <strong>the</strong> world like a couple <strong>of</strong> pirate lads out<br />

rowing about on a lark.<br />

Jack took out his spyglass and swept it around, staring up at <strong>the</strong><br />

cliffs, <strong>the</strong>n back at <strong>the</strong> docks, at <strong>the</strong> towering piled derelict hulks <strong>of</strong><br />

Shipwreck City, and <strong>the</strong>n at several ships anchored in <strong>the</strong> cove. He<br />

allowed himself only a few moments to look at <strong>the</strong> sloop in question—<br />

but it was enough to accomplish his purpose. He lowered <strong>the</strong> spyglass<br />

and closed his eyes. If he’d been alone, he might have cursed a blue<br />

streak, but he wasn’t, so he confined himself to just shaking his head<br />

and muttering, “Damn. Oh no…”<br />

“What is it?” Esmeralda asked, still rowing. “I want to see, too.”<br />

“Wait till we’re past <strong>the</strong>m,” Jack said. “We don’t want him to figure<br />

out who we are and what we’re doing.” He shook his head again. “We<br />

really don’t want that.”<br />

She peered at him from beneath <strong>the</strong> brim <strong>of</strong> her hat. “Jack, what’s<br />

going on? You…are you all right? You look sick.” As she leaned<br />

forward, she examined his face more intently. “You look like you’ve<br />

gotten too much sun.”<br />

“Esmeralda,” Jack said quietly, “That ship…she’s a sloop,<br />

Bermuda-rigged, just as Hector Barbossa described. And she’s got a<br />

brass bow chaser, all right. Foreign work, and it looks to be India work<br />

to my eyes. But darlin’…I know that ship. That’s Koldunya. Borya’s<br />

sloop.”<br />

“What?” she was so taken aback she lost her grip on one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

oars, and only Jack’s quick grab saved it from sli<strong>the</strong>ring out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

oarlock. Esmeralda was nearly stammering. “But—but—Borya…you<br />

can’t mean <strong>the</strong> man I met! <strong>The</strong> Pirate Lord? It can’t be!”<br />

Jack nodded grimly. “It is. I’ve sailed aboard her. I’ve rigged and<br />

reefed her sails, and gotten drunk with her crew—and her captain, too.<br />

That’s Koldunya—means ‘witch’ in Russian—and she belongs to<br />

Boris Palachnik, <strong>the</strong> Pirate Lord <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Caspian Sea. Borya’s our<br />

rogue pirate captain.”

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