Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

thought, she just took a big prize and her holds are full of spoil. With
any luck, the crew’s been celebrating with stolen spirits, and most of
them are sleeping it off, and they won’t notice us. With any luck, we
can slip away before she even knows we were here.…
While the crew worked busily, swarming up and down the rigging,
and the t’gallants began to billow with wind, Jack paced the deck
impatiently.
By the time all new sails were set, more than half an hour had
passed since he’d first spotted the frigate’s sails. Spyglass in hand,
Jack went aft to check on the other ship. He could see her clearly now,
still on her previous course. He let out a breath of relief. Then, as he
watched from the stern, his jaw tightened.
The outlines of the frigate’s sails were shortening as she altered
direction, turning…turning west. There could be no mistake. The
Blackwall frigate was altering course, heading straight for Fair Wind.
Jack groaned softly. Even with a good head start, the chances of
the heavily laden Fair Wind outrunning the other vessel were slim to
none.
Jack heard a step behind him, and turned to find Robby Greene
regarding him. On seeing Jack’s expression, Robby held out a hand.
“Mind if I have a look, Jack?”
Jack silently handed over the spyglass. The frigate was closer
now, easy to see from the taffrail. After a long moment, Robby lowered
the glass, his normally good-humored features grim. “Heaven help us.
Either the sun has gotten to me, or I know that vessel.”
Jack Sparrow shook his head, grimly. “You’re not seeing things,
Robby. It’s Venganza, and we’re her quarry.”
Robby sucked in an audible breath. “Of all the miserable bad
luck…”
Jack nodded. “My sentiments exactly.”