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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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<strong>The</strong> next quarter <strong>of</strong> an hour was a repetition <strong>of</strong> that same scene,<br />

more or less, as <strong>the</strong> remainder <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crew woke up. Finally <strong>the</strong>y were<br />

all standing on <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r deck, expostulating. Several sailors<br />

scurried <strong>of</strong>f to search for Chamba and <strong>the</strong> passengers, <strong>the</strong>n reported<br />

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

Jack leaned against <strong>the</strong> mainmast and let <strong>the</strong>m discover things<br />

for <strong>the</strong>mselves, for <strong>the</strong> most part. Inevitably, someone discovered <strong>the</strong><br />

missing longboat, <strong>the</strong> sacks <strong>of</strong> loot, and <strong>the</strong> letter. Since it was marked<br />

“Captain Sparrow” on <strong>the</strong> outside, <strong>the</strong>y brought it to Jack to open and<br />

read.<br />

He did so, first skimming it silently, <strong>the</strong>n reading it aloud to <strong>the</strong><br />

assembled men:<br />

Dear Captain Sparrow,<br />

This is not an easy letter to write. I will miss<br />

you, and my shipmates aboard <strong>the</strong> Wicked Wench, but I<br />

am sure I am doing <strong>the</strong> right thing. I have decided<br />

to accept Miss Ayisha’s invitation to go live with<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir tribe. <strong>The</strong>y are good people, and she says I<br />

will be welcome and find a home <strong>the</strong>re.<br />

You see, I was once a slave, Captain. I ran away.<br />

<strong>The</strong> slavers burned my village, and took everyone. So<br />

I have nothing to go back to. Even for a sailor, it<br />

is hard to have no place you can call home.<br />

Sometimes I lie awake at night after dreaming <strong>the</strong>y<br />

have caught me and are taking me back to be a slave<br />

again. It tires a man out to live afraid that he’ll<br />

lose his freedom.<br />

By <strong>the</strong> time you read this, we will be gone. As I<br />

write this, you and all my shipmates are lying here,<br />

asleep. It was Miss Ayisha who did it. When she is<br />

this close to her home, she has powerful magic. Not<br />

long after you all fell asleep, a boat from an<br />

island where some <strong>of</strong> her people dwell came sailing<br />

through <strong>the</strong> fog, and hove-to beside us. People from<br />

<strong>the</strong> boat came aboard with this gold and silver. Miss<br />

Ayisha said it is to reward you and <strong>the</strong> crew for<br />

bringing <strong>the</strong>m home.<br />

Please read this letter to <strong>the</strong> crew, so my

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