Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

think this rogue pirate Christophe still has it?”
“It’s bloody likely,” Jack said, then reddened. “Excuse me
language, Your Highness. What I meant was that Christophe knew
enough about Zerzura that I don’t believe he’d put the talisman up as a
marker in a game of chance.”
Unconsciously, her fingers traced the embroidered lion’s head on
the scrap of fabric that was her own bracelet. “Do you think there is any
chance that after we rescue my brother, we can locate Christophe and
attempt to get the bracelet back?” She shook her head. “Buy it,
perhaps, or steal it? It can be of no use to him, except as a bauble to
wear.”
Jack smiled slightly. You bet I’m going to go looking for
Christophe, love, as soon as I’m free to do it. That greedy rogue won’t
be able to resist the chance at that treasure; he’ll cooperate. At least
at first…
Aloud he said, “Let’s concentrate on finding your brother, first,
then we can talk about that.”
Ayisha nodded, then sighed, putting a hand to her head
somewhat dazedly. “So much to take in,” she murmured. “I feel almost
dizzy with all I have learned today.”
“I know what you mean,” Jack said. “It’s enough to make your
head spin like the needle of my compass.”
Her eyes sharpened. “About this compass, you mentioned…what,
exactly, does it do?”
Jack stood up, turned his back, and extracted it. “I got it from an
Obeah woman,” he said, “when I was just a lad, younger even than
Chamba. Tia Dalma has powers I never heard of any other Obeah
woman having. I believe this will help us find your brother, if he’s still
alive.”
“Do not say ‘if,’ Jack.” Her voice was fierce.
“Very well,” Jack said. “Scratch the ‘if.’ This should show us where
your brother is.” He looked at her. “Just a suggestion…you might want
to remove your shawl. Just in case one kind of powerful magic might
somehow affect another type. Cancel each other out, so to speak.”
She nodded, then slipped off her shawl and tossed it across the
table.