satisfied. "This way," she said, walking.Jack couldn't help but be impressed. Captain of her own ship, fabulous hat, magical compass...Arabella's mum r eally did seem to have it all.
"I am so sick of this blasted city," Fitzwilliam shouted uncharacteristically, narrowly avoiding a muddy puddle.
"I feel like we have been wandering around its wretched little streets for weeks.""Looks like you won't have too much longer...look at that!" Captain Smith said, suddenly stopping.
"By Davy Jones's Locker..." Mr. Reece said, stunned.In the young night, a terrible scene unfolded before them.Huge torches and lanterns were set burning in a ring in front of a block of buildings. Great bonfires flickered here and there for extra light. The infernal clanging of a hundred hammers and picks echoed through the night, as bare-chested men attacked the houses, breaking them into chunks. Silver chunks . Carts pulled by donkeys—and sometimes men--brought the piles over to low-riding barges tied to the pier, where they were dumped unceremoniously. Stalking through the fires and miners were pairs of Pirate Guards, making sure everyone was working and nothing was stolen."What are they doing?" Arabella said in horror.
"They're mining the city," Jack said grimly.
"Just like Madame Minuit said. The entire thing. They're breaking up the city and selling it to Europe."
"Keep moving," Captain Smith said.
“ This looks like the worst place to be caught. Unless you all want to work in the mines." She pointed--some of the workers had chains around their legs. Not exactly volunteers.A few minutes later, the crew of the Barnacle- -and the two remaining members of the Fleur--were performing the harrowing feat of stepping off a hidden embankment into what looked like thin air. But the moment each person set foot on the deck of the Fleur de la Morte, the whole ship came into view for them. It was a little disorienting.
"No more magic," Jack muttered to himself.
"Speaking of which, let us also speak of returning the amulet now?" Tumen said, as patiently as he could.
"Yes. About that." Jack paused, trying to think of some way to say it differently. "...it's gone.""WHAT?" Tumen yelled desperately.
"Madame Minuit stole it. Right before she, you know," Jack made the little "poofing" motion with his hands again.
"You let he r get the amulet again?! Tumen screamed. Jean put a hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him down.Tumen just closed his eyes and shook his head. "I am never going to get to go home again," he said despairingly.
"My village will never take me back as long as they think that I--or my friends--have stolen the amulet they were sworn to protect."
"Oh, stop it. We'll get it back," Jack said, voice thick with emotion.
"I just have to come up with a new plan, is all....""I have an idea," Captain Smith said."Aye?" Jack asked. "Go on..."
"Let me approach Madame Minuit," she suggested.
"I'll convince her that I'm double-crossing the lot of you. And to make it sound even more real, I'll ask for a cut of the profits ""Brilliant!" Jack said, clapping his hands together.
"I love all this double-crossing this81one, triple-crossing that one. We'll have you get the amulet back..."... and Left-Foot Louis and Silverback," Captain Smith finished, a murderous look on her face.
"Oh, yes. That, too," Jack said absently.
"What, did you think I would help you out of the goodness of my heart?" Arabella's mother asked Jack with a wry smile, seeing the look on his face.
"No, I think we are all fairly certain that you do not have a heart, much less any good in it," Jack answered."
Thank you," Captain Smith said, smiling.Arabella rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Well, this is indeed an excellent plan," Jack said, quickly putting himself between the two women before they could begin fighting a gain.
"But Madame Minuit would never go for it. The benefits are too low for the stakes. Why should she trust you?"
"Ah, that's where you come in, Captain Sparrow,"