Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

The Wicked Wench was making good time as she neared the
channel. Jack went back to the railing, took out his spyglass and
looked north. This time, he spotted the tip of Great Abaco. Time to
change course. Accordingly, Jack headed over to Frank Connery, who
still had the deck as officer of the watch. “Mr. Connery,” Jack said,
“please prepare the ship to take the Northwest Providence Channel.”
Connery nodded. “Aye, Captain Sparrow.” Then he bellowed,
“Hands to the braces! Trim the ship!” Striding over to the ladder
leading up to the quarterdeck, he addressed the helmsman on duty,
Lee Trafford. “Mr. Trafford! New course, northwest by north.”
“Aye, Mr. Connery!”
After watching the crew handle the lines from the deck, paying out
on some lines, heaving taut on others, then belaying to finish, Jack
went up to the quarterdeck to check their new course on the binnacle.
Afterward he nodded approvingly at the helmsman. “Hole in the Wall is
due north of us,” Jack said, referring to a distinctive “keyhole” landmark
in the rocky cliffs running along the southern coast of Great Abaco
Island. “Ever see it before, Mr. Trafford?”
“I did, once, sir,” Trafford said. “My captain on that voyage wasn’t
happy that we could actually spot it naked eye, since it meant we were
too close to shoal water.”
“Left it too long to change the heading, did he?” Jack shook his
head and clucked his tongue reprovingly, watching Trafford hold his
ship on their new course. “Did you run aground?”
“By the mercy of Our Lord, Cap’n, we didn’t. But we were
sweating for a few minutes.”
Jack stayed up on the quarterdeck for a while, then wandered
back down to the weather deck to check the trim of the sails. Connery
had done his usual competent job. For a moment he considered
fetching his cutlass and getting in some sword practice, but he could
still feel the effects of the rum, so perhaps that wasn’t the best idea.
Jack wandered across the weather deck, heading forward, then
went up the few steps of the ladder leading to the bow. He stood
leaning against the starboard rail, looking across the water to Great
Abaco Island, which lay about two leagues off. Idly, he took out his
compass and flipped open the cover, then closed his eyes, thinking of