Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

As they reached the fourth dock along the river, the needle
stopped swinging and pointed directly inland. Ayisha started down at
it, her entire body suddenly rigid with tension. She had to wet her lips
before she could speak. “This is the one.”
Jack nodded, and motioned to Chamba to turn the boat around.
“Back to the ship. I’ll head into town and find out who owns that
plantation.” He smiled wryly. “Small world. If I’m not mistaken, our target
lies next door to Lord Penwallow’s new home.”
When Jack returned from his venture into Viviana, he called a council
of war in his cabin. Ayisha and Tarek sat at the table, Jack and Robby
took their places on the bunk, and Chamba sat cross-legged on the
deck. It was hot in the cabin, but the stern windows did allow a bit of a
breeze.
“I had a few drinks at The Mermaid’s Tale,” Jack said, “And the
tavern keeper proved most helpful. Seems the plantation where
Shabako is located is called Wickhaven, and it’s the property of one
St. John Fenwick. He’s been here seven years, which makes his place
one of the oldest on New Avalon. Fenwick owns over one hundred
slaves.”
“Do we have enough money to just buy Shabako from Fenwick?”
Robby asked. “I’ve got a bit put by.”
“So do I,” Jack said. Robby gave him a surprised glance. Jack
shrugged. “Male slaves fetch a good price, so I frankly doubt it, but that
would be the simplest way of getting him. But before we go there to
buy a slave, we’d need to be sure the lad is, in fact, at Wickhaven.”
“Cap’n,” Chamba said, “you need to think ’bout this. If you turn up
at a big plantation askin’ to see every buck they got on the place,
’cause you only want one particular slave, it gonna look pretty strange.
While it be true that someone might offer to buy a skilled worker, the
way Mr. Beckett arrange to buy Miss Ayisha, ain’t nobody gonna go
lookin’ for one particular field hand. And from what I been told, that’s
what Shabako most likely to be.”
Tarek said something in his native language, and Ayisha hastily
translated. “Tarek was a field hand at Mr. Dalton’s farm. He confirms
that it would definitely arouse suspicion for a stranger to show up and