Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

spoken to some members of your crew.”
“Yes, Mr. Beckett.”
“I have a few questions for you.”
“Yes, Mr. Beckett.”
“How well did you get to know Ayisha before she…departed?”
Sparrow looked startled. “I—what do you mean, Mr. Beckett?”
“Did she learn enough English on the voyage that you could speak
to her directly? Some of your men said she mended their clothes for
them. They said when she saw them on deck, she would say good
morning. And when they thanked her for mending their clothing, they
believed she understood them.”
“Oh, I see what you meant, sir. She did start speaking some
English, yes, but mostly things like ‘good day’ and ‘thank you,’ and
suchlike. When she wanted to tell me anything requiring real
information, she spoke pidgin to my crewman, Chamba.”
“The ex-slave that disappeared with her.”
“Yes, sir.”
Beckett steepled his fingers. “Obviously she was not a half-wit,” he
mused aloud.
“No, Mr. Beckett,” Sparrow said. “Far from it. I believe, now, that
she had the whole thing planned out from the beginning.” He sighed.
“She fooled me, just as much as she fooled you and Mr. Mercer.”
“By the way, Captain Sparrow, whatever happened to those
earrings?”
Sparrow shook his head, obviously chagrined. “I gave them to her,
Mr. Beckett, shame on me for being fooled. That’s the first time I ever
gave a woman jewelry, sir, and I assure you, it will be the last.”
“I see.” Beckett looked back down at his notes. “Captain Sparrow,
why didn’t you mention the incident that happened the night following
the Zerzurans’ disappearance? Apparently you had a visitor, though
the accounts differ regarding…him.”
Sparrow cleared his throat. “Um…they do?”
“Yes. Or perhaps I should say, concerning it. Not many of your
crew were present that night, apparently, but those that were seemed
to think that some kind of…” Beckett waved derisively, “…ghost…or
something…came aboard, and that you fought a sword duel with it.