Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales Novelization by Elizabeth Rudnick

Author:Elizabeth Rudnick
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2017-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

Night had finally fallen over the Caribbean Sea. Carina stood at the bow of the Dying Gull, her long dark hair blowing gently around her face. Reaching up, she absently pushed a strand out of her eyes, unaware of her beauty in the moonlight.

It had taken her so long to get to that moment. Years of study. Thousands of pages read by candlelight. Endless torment and mockery by dozens who couldn’t fathom a girl’s wanting to learn things such as astronomy and cartography. And while she’d figured out that more information could be found during a blood moon, she still didn’t know exactly how to find the map.

She sighed, turning the worn diary over. It had been left to her by the father she had never met, a father who had clearly intended for her to study the stars. A wave of sadness washed over her. Normally she was able to keep it at bay. It had done her no good to be melancholy—not at the orphanage where she had grown up, not in the handful of places she had called home since then. But every once in a while, the thought of what her life could have been crept up and overwhelmed her. What would it have been like if she hadn’t been left at the children’s home as a baby? Would she be standing at the bow of some other ship, staring up at the heavens with her father?

Carina shook her head. It was not the time to get lost in what-ifs and maybes. She had work to do. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Henry watching her from across the deck. His handsome face was unreadable in the moonlight, and she couldn’t help wondering what he was thinking—if he was wondering about his own father, the one he believed to be cursed by the sea.

Henry was not, in fact, thinking of his father at that moment. He was preoccupied by the flashes of lightning in the distance. They were too patterned to be natural, which could mean only one thing….

Making his way across the deck, he found Jack Sparrow asleep, a bottle of rum held loosely in his hand. Henry nudged him. The man gave a snort but did not wake. He nudged him again, harder. Still, Jack didn’t wake. Looking around, Henry saw a bucket of dirty water left behind by a crew member who had been on cleaning duty. Henry picked it up—and then dumped it over Jack.

The pirate woke. With a shout, he leapt to his feet. “What are you doing?” he asked, shaking the water off him as though it were poison. “It’s not my week to bathe!”

“Look out to sea,” Henry said, pointing to the lightning. “Salazar is out there!”

Jack’s gaze followed Henry’s finger. Then he looked back at the young man and arched an eyebrow. “You woke me for that?” He took a long swig from his bottle and went to lie back down.

Henry stifled a groan. He was beginning to understand why his father had told him to stay away from Jack Sparrow.

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