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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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a merchant who saw a perfect pearl, <strong>the</strong> most wonderful, beautiful one<br />

in <strong>the</strong> whole world, but very costly. <strong>The</strong> merchant had to have this thing<br />

that was so perfect, so he sold everything he had so he could possess<br />

it. It’s in <strong>the</strong> Gospel according to Mat<strong>the</strong>w.”<br />

Jack took a long look at <strong>the</strong> ship, from bow to stern, <strong>the</strong>n he<br />

nodded and smiled at his friend. “By Jove, I know just how <strong>the</strong> chap<br />

felt, Robby. Most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Bible stuff you tell me about doesn’t make<br />

much sense to me, but this story does. A pearl <strong>of</strong> great price…that’s<br />

this ship, to me.”<br />

Robby shook his head, slowly. “No…no, Jack. That’s not what <strong>the</strong><br />

story means. It’s a parable about how one gets into Heaven.”<br />

Jack waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t ruin it, Robby. I like <strong>the</strong><br />

story! First Bible story you ever told me that I liked. Be happy, mate.”<br />

“But, Jack—”<br />

“Chamba!” Jack exclaimed. “Look at you!”<br />

Robby turned. Chamba came across <strong>the</strong> deck toward <strong>the</strong>m. He<br />

wore a finely tanned lea<strong>the</strong>r kilt, pale golden in color, with a longsleeved<br />

tunic made <strong>of</strong> linen, embroidered with blue thread. A pleated<br />

blue mantle covered his right shoulder, hanging below his waist, which<br />

was cinched with a broad belt, decorated with copper and gold. A<br />

wide collar <strong>of</strong> finely worked links <strong>of</strong> gold and copper hung around his<br />

neck. On his head he wore a closely fitting cap.<br />

“How do I look?” Chamba asked.<br />

“You look like <strong>the</strong> prince,” Robby said, simply.<br />

“<strong>The</strong>se are his clo<strong>the</strong>s,” Chamba said. He looked down at <strong>the</strong> kilt<br />

a bit dubiously. “You sure I don’t look strange?”<br />

“You look great,” Jack said. “We’re <strong>the</strong> ones that are going to look<br />

strange. You’ll fit right in.”<br />

“Here’s Tarek, come to get us,” Robby said.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y walked up <strong>the</strong> hill as evening fell, along streets paved with<br />

stone. Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> circular houses with ro<strong>of</strong>s like flattened cones<br />

bordered <strong>the</strong>ir way, and <strong>the</strong>y could glimpse gardens and plantings<br />

behind <strong>the</strong>m.<br />

As <strong>the</strong>y walked, <strong>the</strong> buildings grew larger and became<br />

rectangular. Tarek pointed to an imposing three-storied one. “<strong>The</strong><br />

Temple <strong>of</strong> Apedemak. I was a temple guard, before I became

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