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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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I’m taking those keys and scuttling out <strong>of</strong> here as fast as a crab on a<br />

white sand beach, Christophe. I have to put <strong>the</strong>m back in Teague’s<br />

cabin before he misses <strong>the</strong>m. Give me about ten minutes to get out <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> dungeons before you make your break, understand? I have to go<br />

back <strong>the</strong> way I came, so <strong>the</strong>y won’t see me.” He glanced over his<br />

shoulder. “With any luck, Teague decided to sit in on Villanueva’s<br />

Hazard game.”<br />

Christophe nodded. “I see, mon ami. Very well. It is, <strong>of</strong> course,<br />

your choice.”<br />

Jack followed behind Christophe as <strong>the</strong> French pirate unlocked<br />

<strong>the</strong> remaining cells, all <strong>the</strong> while keeping a nervous lookout. He felt<br />

horribly exposed. Finally, Christophe turned <strong>the</strong> key in a lock, and<br />

announced, triumphantly, “<strong>The</strong>re we have it, Jacques. <strong>The</strong> last <strong>of</strong> my<br />

crew.”<br />

Jack let out a sigh <strong>of</strong> relief. “That’s great, Christophe.” He held out<br />

his hand for <strong>the</strong> ring <strong>of</strong> keys. “You’d best get back in your cell. One <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> guards will be along any moment. Remember, I need about ten<br />

minutes to haul my arse out <strong>of</strong> this bloody dungeon, <strong>the</strong>n you make<br />

your break for it.” He smiled. “I hope we run into each o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

somewhere. We can have a drink and have a good laugh over all <strong>of</strong><br />

this, eh?”<br />

Christophe smiled. It was a sly, cunning, expression. Jack found it<br />

unsettling, even disturbing.…It was almost as though he were looking<br />

at a stranger, one wearing Christophe’s face and clo<strong>the</strong>s. “Oh, yes,<br />

Jacques. A good laugh, that is most apropos.”<br />

Turning, he walked away from Jack and his outstretched hand,<br />

carrying <strong>the</strong> ring <strong>of</strong> keys, and heading for <strong>the</strong> first cellblock. Before de<br />

Rapièr turned <strong>the</strong> corner, he carelessly waved his free hand. Jack<br />

stood <strong>the</strong>re gaping as <strong>the</strong> Frenchman vanished. “Christophe! What <strong>the</strong><br />

bloody—”<br />

He barely registered <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cell door at his back<br />

creaking open, he was so stunned to realize that Christophe was, in<br />

fact, betraying him. How can he do this to me? Jack thought, outraged.<br />

I have to warn Teague’s—<br />

As Jack drew breath to yell, hard hands seized him and a filthy<br />

palm clamped down over his mouth.

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