Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Christophe rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you go before we left?”
Jack and Amenirdis walked back down the straight corridor for
about thirty feet. “Turn around, love,” Jack said, quietly. “Stand with
your back to me.”
Opening the waistband of his britches, Jack took out Tia Dalma’s
compass and flipped it open. It was as he’d half expected…the needle
spun crazily. “Amenirdis,” he said, “something strange is going on.”
“What, Jack?” she asked.
“I’m looking at Tia Dalma’s compass, and it’s just spinning,
aimlessly. And I assure you that I’m quite clear on what I want most: I
want to get to the center of the labyrinth.”
Stowing the compass away, he fastened his britches. “Also, do
you realize that if we were walking outside, and had covered this much
ground, we’d be in your harbor by now? The temple is on a hill. We’ve
walked about a mile; I’ve been counting paces. And we’ve been going
roughly northeast, on level ground. If you were to draw a line from the
temple, a mile northeast, that would put you into the harbor.” Jack
turned to face her. “Or, rather, roughly a hundred feet above the
harbor.”
Amenirdis shrugged. “This is Apedemak’s temple. And his
labyrinth. The gods have great powers, Jack.”
They walked back up the tunnel until they reached Christophe,
who looked at Jack. “Better, Jacques?”
“Much.”
They walked along the straightaway. At the end, the corridor
turned left, then branched three ways. Amenirdis stood there, looking
carefully down each branch. Jack started to walk past her, into the
middle branch. She threw up an arm to block his way. “No, Jack. Stop.”
“Why?”
“Because we have encountered our first illusion.”
Jack peered down the corridor. “Looks perfectly ordinary to me,”
he said. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She continued staring at it, frowning. “Something is not
right. I cannot quite see.…”
“Sacre bleu! ” Christophe cried. “Out of my way, Jack!
Mademoiselle, you are as fou as he is! There is nothing there.”