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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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on? Jack was skeptical. Could it be possible that Ayisha had a<br />

husband or a lover among <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r members <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> caravan? He<br />

reminded himself that not all men were obsessed with women’s faces<br />

and bodies…only most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, in his experience.<br />

“She say he her friend.” Chamba emphasized <strong>the</strong> word. “She say<br />

this slave belong to Mr. Dalton. Dalton farm a big place outside<br />

Calabar, on <strong>the</strong> south road.”<br />

“How far south?” Jack demanded.<br />

“Maybe five mile, she say.”<br />

“Oh, great,” Jack said. “And I suppose she expects me to help her<br />

go steal this slave.”<br />

“I think so, Cap’n.”<br />

“Damn and blast,” Jack said, with feeling. “And here I thought this<br />

would be easy. Does she know where this slave’s sleeping quarters<br />

are, at this farm?” Chamba translated.<br />

Ayisha nodded, yes.<br />

“All right,” Jack said. “I’ll do it. But she’d better be telling <strong>the</strong> truth<br />

about knowing where this fellow will be sleeping.” He gave Ayisha a<br />

glance that held more than a little irritation. She gave him a faint,<br />

enigmatic smile, serene as a Madonna.<br />

Jack did some rapid calculations, realizing that in order to make<br />

sure <strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> Dalton farm in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> night, and had<br />

time to return well before dawn, <strong>the</strong>y’d have to move fast. I’ll need a<br />

horse, he thought. Or a horse and a wagon.<br />

It would take a human at least ninety minutes to walk five miles. A<br />

horse could travel five miles in less than an hour, and that was at a<br />

moderate pace. Jack sighed. I’ll have to hire one at <strong>the</strong> local livery.<br />

“Tell her I’ll meet her tomorrow night as soon as she can sneak<br />

out, on <strong>the</strong> south road, just out <strong>of</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> town,” he said.<br />

Chamba translated. Ayisha nodded yes.<br />

Jack had only ridden a few times in his life, and not for any<br />

distance. He decided that hiring a carriage or a small wagon would be<br />

<strong>the</strong> best idea. He felt sure he could drive easier than he could ride, and<br />

<strong>the</strong>re would be a place for Ayisha to sit. For a moment he considered<br />

trying to take a boat. <strong>The</strong> main river ran east to west, not north to south.<br />

But <strong>the</strong>re were smaller tributaries that flowed into <strong>the</strong> Calabar, and <strong>the</strong>y

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