Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

fingers. “Does this have magical properties too, love?”
She smiled at him. “I cannot guarantee that it will stop a weapon,
Jack, but as I wove it, I chanted, and what I chanted were spells of
protection. When you wear it, think of me. I will pray to Apedemak each
day that my weaving will be strong enough to protect you from injury, or
sickness, or harm.”
“Thank you, love,” he said, and kissed her, wishing Tarek would
take the hint and make himself scarce. Regretfully, he recalled his time
limitation.
When they drew apart, she cleared her throat. “It’s time to go,
Jack.”
With Ayisha, Tarek, and Chamba on board, Jack sailed the Wicked
Wench back through the fogbank. Once more he had a ship in his
wake, but this time it was the royal yacht, Heka, a brightly painted
vessel that had a crew of oarsmen, in addition to its single mast. On its
bow was painted a large, kohled eye, on its stern a lotus, and on the
sail was the head of a lion.
Despite his brave words to Amenirdis earlier, Jack was relieved
to see no sign of Christophe’s brigantine when his ship emerged from
the illusion.
Sailing through the illusion-fog to leave the island had been simple
and painless compared to what they had experienced on the way in.
This time there were no strange voices, no almost-seen images, no
unsettling swirling of color. The air around the ship simply appeared
foggy, though, as before, the “fog” carried no water to dampen things.
Jack kept the Wicked Wench under sail until the ship was nearly a
league away from the fogbank. Then he ordered the crew to heave-to.
The Heka approached, until she was lying just a hundred feet
away, and then the yacht lowered her sail.
Amenirdis faced Jack, her expression somber. “I fear it is time,
Jack. Please assemble your men.”
Jack held up a finger. “Before I do that, I have a request to make.
I’ve been thinking about what you said this spell would do, love, and, if
you can control how it affects the crew, there’s an element needs to be