Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Jack looked at Robby, who had stuck the pistol in his belt. It gave
him quite the piratical air. Robby looked back at Jack. Then, without a
word, they both bent down and grabbed the corpse, Jack by the wrists,
and Robby at the feet, and hoisted it up. Carrying it between them, they
headed over to the port side rail, gave it one hard swing, and sent it
sailing out into the moon-silvered water. A loud splash followed.
“Featherstone, de Ver, you two clean up that mess on me nice,
clean deck,” Jack said, indicating the dark pool. “You, Mulligan, go
round the weather deck and up to the quarterdeck, mopping up any
other spilled blood you find. Someone cut that dinghy loose. Throw the
hat and the coat in the slop chest. Maybe someone can use ’em.”
Hands scurried to obey, leaving him and Robby alone.
Jack bent and picked up the colichemarde. The blade was
discolored faintly, just at the very tip.
“What are you going to do with it?” Robby asked. “Will you keep
it? Fight with it?”
Jack examined the gold and silver tracings on the hilt. The
moonlight glinted off them, turning them all to silver. “No. Next time I
see Esmeralda, I’m going to give it to her, so she’ll know her granddad
was avenged. She can hang it on the wall of her cabin, as a trophy.”
“It’s a beautiful sword.”
“It is. But this is a bloody gentleman’s weapon Robby, me lad. Not
suitable for the likes of you and me, just humble—” He almost said
pirates, but changed it at the last moment. “Er…mariners. I’m sticking
with me cutlass.”
Robby’s mouth quirked at the pun. Jack laughed. “Come on,
Robby, I’m going to sit down in my cabin, and have a quick swig of
rum, then you’re going to stitch up this arm.”
“I’d be honored to, Jack,” Robby said.
Carrying the elegant sword, the captain opened the door to his
cabin and went in. After hanging up his baldric, and putting away the
colichemarde, Jack was finally free to sit down in his chair. He couldn’t
repress a groan. He’d definitely abused himself during this long, long
day—and he’d gotten little sleep the night before.
“Here you go, Jack,” Robby said, passing him a generous dollop
of rum in a cup. Jack swigged it down, then pulled off his blood-