Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

the cargo hold.”
Jack fixed Tarek with a stern glance. He’d been in the guards,
surely he knew how to take orders. “Look over the cargo in the hold,
and find someplace to hide there in the middle of the barrels. An empty
spot, savvy? There’s a good chance we’ll take fire.” At their
uncomprehending looks, he amended, “They will probably shoot
cannonballs at us. Hide in one of the clear spaces. The ship may
bounce around. Barrels may topple. Just find the best place, and stay
there.”
He started to turn away, but Ayisha, her gray shawl held tightly
around her, darted forward and grasped his arm. “Jack, isn’t there
anything, any way that I can help? I want to help!”
Jack looked over at Tarek and a glance of understanding flashed
between them. Shaking his head, he smiled faintly. “Sorry, love, I’m
afraid not. Unless you can arrange to blow up their powder magazine,
the best thing you can do is to follow orders, go below, and stay there.
Now go on, please.”
Without waiting for any more arguments from her, Jack headed
back to give his orders. Behind him, he could hear Ayisha protesting,
then she let out an indignant squawk. Jack suspected that the giant
eunuch had picked her up bodily, to carry her below.
Jack spent the next few minutes ordering Robby and Frank
Connery to “anchor by the stern” on the Wicked Wench’s starboard
side—the side away from Borya. Jack didn’t want the rogue captain to
see what they were doing.
Anchoring by the stern was a messy, arduous task, requiring the
cooperation and strength of all available hands, but it would bring Jack
the results he wanted—if all went according to plan.
Working together, under the supervision of the two mates, the
crew would haul the thick, heavy anchor cable all the way from the bow
on the main deck back to the stern, then pass it out of the aft-most gun
port on the starboard side. Then, using ropes to keep the cable from
falling into the sea, the crew would come up on the weather deck and
haul the cable along the outside of the hull, all the way forward to the
ship’s bow, where they’d secure it to the “small bower” anchor—
basically, the Wench’s spare anchor.