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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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stand up to him. He’d faced Jones before, hadn’t he?<br />

Jack was desperate enough to try anything. He closed his eyes,<br />

recalling <strong>the</strong> words. He’d have to adapt <strong>the</strong>m a bit. Not for <strong>the</strong> first<br />

time, he wondered what that stuff about “binding <strong>the</strong> queen in her<br />

bones” was all about.<br />

Clearing his throat, Jack spoke aloud: “Davy Jones…I, Jack<br />

Sparrow, kin <strong>of</strong> a Pirate Lord, call you. I entreat you by your alliance<br />

with <strong>the</strong> Brethren <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Coast. You gave those mortals powers over<br />

<strong>the</strong> sea, binding <strong>the</strong> queen in her bones, and I am <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir blood. I<br />

entreat you. Come to me, Davy Jones. I summon you. I summon you. I<br />

summon you.”<br />

He peered into <strong>the</strong> blankness, but <strong>the</strong>re was nothing <strong>the</strong>re. No<br />

monstrous shape. Nothing but <strong>the</strong> blankness. Bloody hell. I’ve failed.<br />

…<br />

Jack blinked…and he was <strong>the</strong>re.<br />

He’d forgotten how dreadful that grayish-white countenance was.<br />

<strong>The</strong> tentacles stirred, reaching out for him. Jones’s little eyes had<br />

a greedy spark as he regarded Jack.<br />

Swallowing hard, Jack steadied himself, assuming an air <strong>of</strong><br />

confidence he didn’t feel. Placing his hands toge<strong>the</strong>r, he bobbed a<br />

bow at <strong>the</strong> unearthly captain. What title had <strong>the</strong> Pirate Lords<br />

addressed Jones by? “Your Squidliness” probably wouldn’t do.<br />

Jones’s expression changed, his eyes narrowing with suspicion<br />

as <strong>the</strong>y peered through <strong>the</strong> squid-flesh that served him in lieu <strong>of</strong> human<br />

features. “You are not <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Brethren Court!” he exclaimed. “Who are<br />

you, audacious boy, to summon me thus?”<br />

Jack bobbed ano<strong>the</strong>r bow. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow…sir.”<br />

“Ahhhhhh…I remember you now. Teague’s whelp.”<br />

Jack nodded.<br />

“You are young to be a captain, boy,” Jones observed, studying<br />

him.<br />

“Thank you, Captain Jones,” Jack said. “I’m really quite good at it,<br />

I assure you. And I’d like to remain a captain.”<br />

“Why have you summoned me, Sparrow?” Was Jack mistaken, or<br />

did he see a tiny flash <strong>of</strong> what might have been amusement in those<br />

beady little eyes?

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