Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

voyage that don’t seem to add up, so to speak.”
Connery nodded, and began giving his account. He seemed to be
articulate enough. He’d obviously had some education. Loquacious,
however, he was not. He finished his account in less than five minutes.
“I see, Mr. Connery,” Beckett said. “Tell me more about this attack
by pirates. Did it seem in any manner atypical of pirate attacks you
might have experienced or heard accounts of ?”
Connery nodded. “Mr. Beckett, the pirate was one of those
rogues. Flew a red flag with a horned demon on it. Didn’t seem to care
about taking our cargo. Just seemed to want to sink us.”
“I see. Did Captain Sparrow try to evade them? Did he fight
back?”
“He did, sir. Northwest Providence Channel can be treacherous.
The Bahamas have a lot of shoal waters around those islands. The
captain, he out-sailed ’em—ran ’em aground. But then we run aground,
too.”
“I see.” Beckett took notes.
Connery shook his head. “Pure bad luck, it was, Mr. Beckett.
Reckon it was the Good Lord saved us. Or maybe it was that Ayisha
woman. Some said as how she put a curse on the pirate, and blew up
his powder magazine.”
Beckett scribbled. “I see, thank you. What did you think of Captain
Sparrow’s judgment and seamanship in how he dealt with the pirate
vessel?”
“He did what I would have done, Mr. Beckett, ’cept he knew those
waters better than I do. So he did it better. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be
here talking to you today.”
Beckett looked up. “Now…about the fact that apparently a
different pirate vessel turned up and saved you. What can you tell me
about that?”
Connery shrugged. “The pirate captain was a woman, sir.
Seemed she’d met Captain Sparrow before. She sent her men in, to
help us with our repairs. And her surgeon to help with our wounded.”
“What did she look like, this female captain?”
Connery cleared his throat. “She was…pretty…sir.”
“Regarding your vessel, Mr. Connery. Was it in serious danger of