Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

less than a mile away. Up close, it appeared to be a fogbank, but no
natural fogbank had ever looked like this. The fog coiled and curled, all
shades of gray, with hints of color occasionally swirling through, but
they appeared and departed so quickly the human eye could not
actually say what color, if any, lurked within the grayness.
Jack had never been seasick in his life, but peering into that cloud
made him dizzy, and his stomach lurched. For a moment he felt as
though he’d gulped half a bottle of strong rum in one long swallow,
following a heavy meal—something he’d done a few times in his life,
and lived to regret. Swallowing hard, he lowered the spyglass. His
stomach heaved, and clenched. Jack gritted his teeth, and the nausea
gradually passed.
“That was fun,” he said.
“I warned you,” she said, hugging her gray shawl around her
shoulders.
“Next time, I’ll pay attention,” he promised.
“Jack,” Ayisha said, “you need to warn the crew that they may feel
strange, but that they won’t be harmed, and the effects won’t last.
Going through the illusion will be far easier on this ship than it will be on
the other, because I am aboard this vessel, and I can…muffle the
effects of the illusion better for those aboard the Wicked Wench than I
can for La Vipère.” She smiled, and it wasn’t a particularly nice smile.
“La Vipère will make it through, but they may not enjoy themselves.”
Jack nodded. “All right.”
“When we sail through, Jack, I will need to be at the helm.”
Jack looked at Ayisha incredulously. “No, love. It takes experience
to learn how to steer a ship. It’s not just turn the wheel and the ship
goes where you want.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to steer, Jack, I just need to
stand beside the wheel, touch it with one finger. Will that be
acceptable?”
Jack nodded. “Very well.”
He thought for a moment about how dense the swirling grayness
had been. “Do you know where we’ll come out?”
“Not exactly, but we’ll be fairly close to Zerzura’s harbor.”
“How close? Are there rocks? Shoals?”