Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

unlikely he did that because he missed my charming self. So why was
he paying for information about me?”
“My guess is that Borya wanted revenge,” Esmeralda said. “You
were the one that unmasked him as a rogue, after all. The Little
Butcher was not in the Northwest Providence Channel by coincidence,
Jack. He knew you had returned. I spoke to an informant of mine, who
was also an informant of Borya’s. From what he told me, Borya
discovered you were back, then he sailed north to one of the mostused
routes on the Triangle, and waited there to attack you.”
“How did you happen to discover all this, love?” Jack asked.
She poured herself another glass of wine, and took a sip. “Two
weeks ago I had some business in Kemps Bay, on Andros. While I
was there, Giles sought me out. He’s not a Frenchman. He’s part
Mayan, from Yucatán, part African, and part…” She snapped her
fingers as she hunted for the English word. “Stoat, is that what you call
the animal in your country? A slinking, long little creature, one that robs
nests and henhouses?”
“Weasel,” Robby supplied.
“Ah, yes. At any rate, he is sly and would sell his own grandmother
for a peso, but at heart, he is a coward. He owns a boat, and he and
his boat are available for hire to sail passengers between the islands.
Giles is a man that knows many people, in many places.”
Jack held out his wineglass, and she refilled it, then continued, “A
week ago, Giles told me that he had been paid twenty pesos by Borya
for passing along the news that a certain Captain Jack Sparrow had
recently brought a cargo to Antigua, then departed, heading north,
most probably starting on the next leg of the Triangle.”
Jack and Robby exchanged glances.
Esmeralda smiled faintly. “Giles was very eager to tell me
everything he told Borya, plus everything he had observed about
Borya. He also made a point of telling me that he charged me only half
as much as Borya paid him, for twice the information.”
“Why would he do that?” Jack wondered.
Esmeralda gave him a look. “Why do you think, Jack? Giles
wants me.”
“Oh,” he said. “Sorry, I’m a bit slow, darlin’. Got hit on the head