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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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gotten a new baldric for his cutlass, one with a fancy silver buckle.<br />

Jack rummaged through his sea chest until he pulled out two large<br />

rectangles <strong>of</strong> silk. One was white. He’d need it to be allowed to<br />

approach Shipwreck Island for a parlay. O<strong>the</strong>rwise, <strong>the</strong> cannons<br />

mounted on <strong>the</strong> cliff walls would make short work <strong>of</strong> his Pearl—and he<br />

couldn’t have that. He’d sacrificed too much for this ship. He intended<br />

to sail with her for a long, long time. Ra<strong>the</strong>r like a marriage, he<br />

supposed.<br />

<strong>The</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r rectangle he withdrew was his own flag. He was still<br />

refining it. Against a black silk background, a white skull was shown in<br />

pr<strong>of</strong>ile. In <strong>the</strong> upper right-hand corner, a red sparrow took wing. Very<br />

classy, Jack thought, proudly. Though <strong>the</strong> workmanship can’t possibly<br />

compare to Amenirdis’s. Should I hoist it, in honor <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pearl’s<br />

maiden voyage? Jack shrugged. Why not?<br />

Carrying his flag, he went back out and strolled <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r deck,<br />

making sure everything was in order. When he was satisfied that all<br />

was shipshape, Jack went over to one <strong>of</strong> his hands, a burly black man,<br />

whose speech patterns reminded him a bit <strong>of</strong> Chamba.<br />

“Good morning, Kwame.”<br />

“Mornin’ Cap’n Sparrow. It be a joli day, yes?”<br />

“Extremely joli,” Jack agreed. “I thought it would be nice to run up<br />

me flag on our maiden voyage. Will you do <strong>the</strong> honors?” He handed<br />

Kwame <strong>the</strong> folded black silk.<br />

“Aye, Cap’n!”<br />

Jack headed back up to <strong>the</strong> quarterdeck. He got <strong>the</strong>re just in time<br />

to see his flag ascend to <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mast, and flutter <strong>the</strong>re, black as<br />

ink and bold as brass. Seeing it, Jack nodded. Turning to Domingo, he<br />

smiled. “I’d like to take her for while.”<br />

<strong>The</strong> wind had picked up, whipping Jack’s unbound hair across his<br />

face, into his mouth, and eyes. “Stand by, Domingo,” Jack said.<br />

Reaching beneath his sash, he found a small, folded bulge <strong>of</strong> fabric,<br />

and tugged it free. Esmeralda’s red bandanna.<br />

Jack faced into <strong>the</strong> wind, and, as his hair blew back, he wrapped<br />

<strong>the</strong> bandanna around his head and secured it. “<strong>The</strong>re! Much better,<br />

don’t you think?”<br />

“Sí, Capitán!”

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