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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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It creaked, but not too loudly. Pushing <strong>the</strong> door open, Jack blew<br />

out <strong>the</strong> candle, placed it a foot from <strong>the</strong> door inside <strong>the</strong> passageway,<br />

<strong>the</strong>n closed <strong>the</strong> door behind him and relocked it. He stood for a<br />

moment, listening, but couldn’t hear anything but <strong>the</strong> sounds made by<br />

<strong>the</strong> unhappy denizens <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cells. Before him, <strong>the</strong> passageway ran for<br />

about twenty feet, <strong>the</strong>n split.<br />

Leftmost passageway…first cellblock. Rightmost…second<br />

cellblock.<br />

Jack headed right. Moments later he was standing before<br />

Christophe’s cell, having entered <strong>the</strong> cellblock from <strong>the</strong> opposite side<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dungeon from <strong>the</strong> guard post.<br />

Christophe was on his feet, waiting for him. “Jacques!” he<br />

whispered. “Mon Dieu, it’s been forever, where have you been?”<br />

Taking in Jack’s disheveled condition, he added, “What have you been<br />

doing?”<br />

“Shhhh!” Jack cautioned. Turning to face <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cellblock,<br />

<strong>the</strong> faces pressed against <strong>the</strong> bars, he held up <strong>the</strong> keys and put a<br />

finger to his lips, <strong>the</strong>n pointed to himself. <strong>The</strong> level <strong>of</strong> chatter ceased.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n, as La Vipère’s crew caught his meaning, <strong>the</strong> background chatter<br />

picked up again.<br />

“We have to hurry,” Jack brea<strong>the</strong>d to Christophe. “<strong>The</strong> guards<br />

come through every twenty minutes or so to make sure nothing’s<br />

amiss.”<br />

Finding <strong>the</strong> right key, he quickly unlocked Christophe’s cell. “Be<br />

quiet, Christophe,” he cautioned. “Borya’s men aren’t far away. <strong>The</strong>y’re<br />

in <strong>the</strong> first cellblock. If he gets wind <strong>of</strong> what’s going on, he’ll surely<br />

betray you.” Stepping back, he eased <strong>the</strong> door open.<br />

<strong>The</strong> next few minutes were busy. Jack handed Christophe <strong>the</strong> ring<br />

<strong>of</strong> keys, and toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y moved quietly down <strong>the</strong> cellblock. As he<br />

unlocked each cell, Christophe spoke in a hushed whisper, cautioning<br />

his men to remain in <strong>the</strong> cell with <strong>the</strong> door shut until he gave <strong>the</strong> signal.<br />

As <strong>the</strong>y neared <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> long row <strong>of</strong> cells, Christophe<br />

seemed to remember something that had escaped him. Placing a<br />

hand on Jack’s arm, he fixed his rescuer with a penetrating stare. “You<br />

will be going with us, mon ami, non?”<br />

Jack shook his head. “No. Once all your men’s cells are unlocked,

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