Jack Sparrow, shackled in his cell, glances over to the adjacent one. There, a young woman, defiant yet weary, is bound and sitting on the cold floor. Her eyes, full of determination, meet his with a flicker of hope. The two prisoners share a silent understanding, each plotting their escape in the dimly lit dungeon. Jack:What is a lass like yeself doing down here?
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