Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

The concussion spun Jack around, and he felt something hit his
left arm near his shoulder. It knocked him sprawling. The sound was
deafening.
He lay there on his back, blinking, unable to move for a moment.
Chamba’s dark face swam into view, his eyes wide and frantic. “Cap’n
Sparrow! Cap’n Sparrow! Can you hear me?”
Jack shook his head, then tried to sit up. Chamba helped him.
When Jack was up, the lad raised his hand. It was red. “Cap’n,” he
said. “You bleeding, sir.”
Jack looked down at his left shoulder, and saw a three-inch
splinter of wood protruding from a hole in his coat. And Ayisha just
mended that coat, he thought, dazedly.
He tried to move his arm, and it moved. Jack reached up and
grabbed his neckcloth with his right hand, then pulled it free. “Pull it
out,” he told Chamba, handing him the strip of fabric. “And then tie this
around me arm, tightly.”
“But, Cap’n—”
“That’s an order.”
Chamba reluctantly raised his hand to grasp the splinter. Jack set
his teeth and looked away. Men were gathered around something—
no, someone—lying sprawled on the deck, a few feet from him. He
watched Parker bend over the unmoving figure. Jack felt his stomach
lurch as he realized exactly what he was seeing.
He’d seen corpses before, even ones with terrible wounds. But
he’d never seen one quite this bad. The body belonged to one of his
own crewmen, but he couldn’t tell who it was, because…because…the
head was missing.
Jack had nearly forgotten about his arm; the shock of seeing one
of his crewmen like that was overwhelming. When Chamba yanked the
huge splinter out, he gasped and winced, but his own injury now
seemed so trivial by comparison, he didn’t even want to acknowledge
it.
Jack felt Chamba wrapping the neckcloth around his arm, then
starting to tie it. “Tighter!” Jack snapped. The boy tugged, and Jack
hissed in pain. There were still fragments of wood in the wound,
judging by how it felt. But at least the bandage should slow the