Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Jack stood on the bow of the hove-to Wicked Wench, staring at the
bank of fog. They were less than a league from it. Plenty close enough,
he decided. Closing his eyes, he thought of Amenirdis.…
He pictured the white flash of her teeth as she laughed. The way
her hair had coiled around his finger when he played with it. The
cinnamon-brown of her skin, and the way it had felt when he kissed
her. The way she tasted…her scent…her eyes…
Concentrating, Jack located his sharpest, most vivid memory of
her, and focused on it, remembering the way she’d looked when she’d
wrapped the sash around his waist, then looked up at him, saying
solemnly, “I will pray to Apedemak each day that my weaving will be
strong enough to protect you from injury, or sickness, or harm.”
Jack held that image in his mind, lifted the ring to his mouth, and
breathed on it.
He didn’t know what he’d expected. There was no flash of
communication, no answer. Jack could only trust that she’d “heard”
him, and would come.
Turning, he went down off the bow, and then to his quarters, where
Robby had gathered his most loyal men. Cutler Beckett’s men didn’t
need to know what was going on until Jack was sure that the Kermans
would rescue the slaves. If any of Beckett’s “handlers” asked why they
were hove-to, Jack was prepared to fob them off with some
explanation about the ship needing some kind of repair.
But as soon as he was sure that the slaves would indeed be freed
today, Robby would open the arms locker and distribute weapons to
Matthews, Banks, Trafford, de Ver, Featherstone, and the other crew
that the first mate knew would prove loyal.
After making sure everyone understood the plan, Jack dismissed
the men to wait. He stood by the bow for a while, then realized he
hadn’t eaten that day. Eating something would help pass the time. His
new cook was, if anything, even worse than the old one had been. As
soon as he was a pirate again, Jack resolved, he’d find himself a cook
that could actually cook.
After he’d eaten, Jack went back up on deck. He forced himself to
keep to a leisurely stride. No sense in warning any of Beckett’s men
that something was up.