Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Once Robby realized that Esmeralda wasn’t angry, he, too, began
laughing. They laughed until they were breathless, while Jack sat there,
trying to smile.
Finally, the two of them sputtered down into occasional giggles.
“I didn’t know about Ayisha blowing up Borya’s ship until just now,
Lady Esmeralda,” Robby added. “So I’m partly laughing at myself. You
see, I thought the powder magazine exploding was a genuine miracle,
sent by Our Lord because I prayed for one.”
“Oh, muchacho,” she said. “I understand.”
The young first mate shook his head, ruefully. “Lady Esmeralda,
you should have seen Jack’s expression last night, before he knew
about Ayisha, when I told him that it was the power of prayer that had
caused the explosion and saved us.”
Robby twirled his wineglass, but shook his head when she raised
the bottle to offer a refill. Jack, however, took one. Robby shrugged.
“Though I still prefer to believe that the Lord does work in mysterious
ways, and that He sent Ayisha to us, and gave her the ability to work
magic.” He finished the last of his wine. “So, really, there was only one
miracle then, not two.”
“There’s such a thing as coincidence, mate,” Jack said.
“True,” Esmeralda said, fiddling with her wineglass.
“Please, Jack! Allow me just the one miracle! And it was a miracle
that you happened to be near Great Abaco, and could see the smoke
cloud from the explosion, and came to investigate, Lady Esmeralda,”
Robby said.
Esmeralda hesitated. “Robby, muchacho …I, too, believe in
miracles—and prayer. I went to a convent school, after all.” She smiled
faintly. “But alas, it was neither a miracle nor a coincidence that I was
on the eastern side of Great Abaco Island last night.”
Jack frowned. “What brought you there, then?”
“There is a bit of a story to it,” she said. “You know that I have
been looking for de Rapièr ever since he killed my grandfather. Three
years, I have searched, and still that perro eludes me.” Her hand
clenched on the tabletop, but her voice was controlled.
Jack nodded, but didn’t meet her eyes, instead picking at an
imaginary spot on his new waistcoat. “I know, Esmeralda.” He salved