Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

they nearly picked him up to keep him moving. Hearing the pounding
of the feet behind him, he began to run in earnest, realizing that if he
threw himself down, he’d be trampled by the men behind him.
Moments later he saw the guard post, heard the guards yelling,
and only then did the rogues break their silence. Screams and battle
cries filled the air, deafening in the echoing dungeon.
The next few minutes were a blur, as the rogues stormed the
guard post. A good dozen of the cutthroats went down before the shots
and sword thrusts of the guards, but there were simply too many of
them. The guards stood their ground, brave men obeying orders to the
last. As the last defender fell, his throat a red ruin, Jack felt the hands
holding him loosen, and suddenly he was free. But now there was
nowhere to go. He was as trapped as if they’d locked him in a cell,
trapped by dozens upon dozens of screaming rogue pirates.
Now they were emptying the armory.
Jack kept trying to make himself small, so he could slide free of
the mob and hide, or run. If he could just make it into the secret
passage.…But it was impossible in the melee. Someone thrust a
cutlass into his hand. He almost threw it down, but, at the last moment,
he hung on to it. Maybe when they got outside, he could cut his way
free, and bolt.
Almost immediately, he realized that was a forlorn hope. The
moment they reached the top of the stairs and burst out into the night,
half of Shipwreck City would know that Jack Sparrow had betrayed his
heritage, not to mention breaking the Code. If he managed to elude the
rogues, Teague and his men would catch him, and he would swing
from a yardarm. They probably wouldn’t even wait for dawn.
The screaming mob was running, and Jack perforce had to run
with them, or risk being pounded into pulp by booted feet should he
fall. There were stairs beneath his boots, but they didn’t slow the
rogues in the least. They raced as fast as sharks converging on a
sinking vessel.
Jack couldn’t keep track of his surroundings. Everything seemed
to be light and shadow, torches flickering in sconces on stone walls;
then, suddenly, he burst out into fresh air, and there was wood beneath
his feet, planks instead of stone, stars instead of a ceiling.