Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

“No, you don’t. Besides, the New World is a big place. Finding
one slave in all of it would be worse than finding a needle in a
haystack. Much worse.”
“He’s alive, and I will find him,” she said. Another spasm crossed
her face as the Wench rolled again. Clapping a hand over her mouth,
she bolted for the railing.
Jack stood back and looked away as she heaved, grateful that
she had the courtesy not to foul his nice, freshly scrubbed deck.
But after a minute or two, when she was reduced to dry retching,
spasms so intense that she was clinging weakly with both hands to the
railing, her body bent so far over that it seemed she was in real danger
of going overboard, Jack strode over to her.
“Here now,” he said, gently. “We can’t have you going over the
side, love. Come on, I’ll help you below.”
She shook her head no, too weak to speak, clinging to the rail.
Spitting a final time into the blue Atlantic, she wiped her mouth on her
old shawl and tried to stand up. Her knees buckled.
Jack took matters into his own hands, grabbing her, hoisting her
over his shoulder, then heading for the ladder. Ayisha was too weak to
struggle, though she did mumble a protest. Jack ignored her. He was
surprised to find that she was considerably lighter than she appeared,
but he supposed anyone would be, after a week of not keeping much
down.
He headed down the ladder, reached the main deck, then carried
her through the looped-back flap of canvas that constituted the “door”
to her “cabin.” Tarek was not there. Jack frowned. He’d get her back in
her bunk, then send Chamba or the big man below to tend to her.
Moving slowly, Jack maneuvered his way inside, careful not trip
over the unused cannon mountings. The little cabin was gloomy, still
smelling faintly of sickness, so, on his way, he stopped to open the gun
port, letting sunlight and fresh air flood in. Ah, that’s better, he thought.
Bending over, he lowered Ayisha onto her mattress. She was as
limp as a tangle of seaweed. Her skirts were rucked up, so he carefully
tugged them down, averting his eyes as he did so. He wasn’t even
tempted to peek. No doubt her legs were as ugly as the rest of her.
“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” he said, still resolutely not looking. “Now if