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Chapter Twenty Three

�I can�t believe Mouse has gone!� John Orchard
exclaimed as he and his crewmates prepared the ship for making sail.
�I can,� Adam Butler observed smugly as they all
digested the news that Oliver Fernan was indeed no longer one of them.� �Th�mood he was in��
�Aye, I ain�t ever seen him like that, b�fore,�
Elliot agreed, shaking his head.� �But
ter desert th�ship like that��
�So, exactly what is th�schooner carryin�?� Jack
enquired from behind where they were working, realising that although his
master gunner had told him they had found the information out, he did not know
what it was.�
�Spices, Cap�n,� Gabriel Jennings informed
him.� �An� sugar� what happened with
Mouse, Cap�n?�
Jack sighed, sliding his hand beneath his hat and
scratching his head, suddenly remembering he had no bandana on.� �We had a difference of opinion,� he
admitted.� �I couldn�t allow him back on
th�ship, so I gave him a purse.�
�An� he took it?� Adam Butler asked suspiciously.
�He had little choice,� Jack shrugged.� �Now back ter work, th�lot of you, if yer
want ter catch that schooner.� Spice an�
sugar are too valuable ter let go, savvy?�
�Aye, Cap�n,� the men replied, some a little less
enthusiastically than others.
�Offered him a purse, my arse!� Butler snorted once
Jack was out of earshot.
�You wanna watch what yer sayin�,� Jacob Sumner
warned.� �Talk like that will get yer
against th�gratin�.�
�Y�must admit though, it does seem a little
strange,� Gabriel mused as he hauled on a rope.
�Not given how Mouse felt about Miss Celia,� John
Orchard reasoned.� �I�ll bet all my
share that she was th�reason fer Mouse leavin�.�
�Aye,� the rest of the men agreed.
�Better look lively, lads,� Jacob warned.� �Th�cap�n�s keepin� an eye on us.� An� I ain�t sure I want ter miss out on that
prize, anyway.�
�Imagine how much we�ll get fer spices, let alone
sugar,� Gabriel chuckled gleefully.
�So we�re just goin� ter leave it at that?� Butler
enquired.� �Even though there�s a chance
th�cap�n could�ve done somethin� ter Mouse?�
�Like yer�ve ever cared about Oliver before!� Jacob
snorted.� �But what�d yer reckon,
lads?� Should we ask th�cap�n if we can
go back an� find him, persuade him ter change his mind?�
�Ya heard th�cap�n.� He� was th�one who decided that Mouse couldn�t
come back.� B�sides, there wouldn�t be
time,� John put in.� �So it�s spices or
Mouse��
�I hope yer hands are workin� as fast as yer gobs!�
Jack barked, glowering at the group of men from his position on the
quarterdeck.� �If yer have somethin� ter
say, say it ter my face.�
�We�re worried fer Mouse, Cap�n.� He was in a right mood when we got ashore
an� stormed off, an� then we find out that th�pair of you had a fight - it ain�t
like him.� We were wonderin�� the
ship�s carpenter hesitated, glancing around his mates before continuing.� �If we could perhaps go an� find him, an�
maybe persuade him ter come back.�
�I think yer ears need cleanin� out, Orchard!� I said that there is no chance of him comin�
back - not if he wanted ter live beyond first bell of th�mid watch.� Now back ter work before I throw th�lot of
yer in th�brig!�� Jack sighed deeply and
turned his back so none of the crew could see the anger and despondency in his
eyes.� �We make sail before they do,� he
ordered, still not facing the crew.� �We
can soon catch them up if they happen to go in a different direction.�
�I hope we�ve got enough food an� ale ter last us,�
Adam Butler hissed, shooting dark looks towards the quarterdeck.
�You goin� ter ask th�cap�n if we have or not?�
Elliot enquired innocently.
�Ha bloody ha,� his crewmate sniped, shaking his
fist at him.
�I don�t like it,� Gabriel fretted.� �Ain�t ever seen th�cap�n like this b�fore.�
�Maybe Mister Gibbs is right about women on board
ships, eh?� Elliot pondered.� �First
Mouse, an� now th�cap�n an� it�s all because of her.�
�You going ter tell th�cap�n that?� Butler mocked,
pulling a face at the younger man.�
�Nah, Fernan can take care of himself� I want that prize.�
�
Oliver woke with a start as the cart went down a
rut and woke him and he wondered why he could not move his arms or legs until
the memory came flooding back and he cursed silently.� �You�re not gettin� away
with this,� he thought darkly as he worked against the binding on his
wrists until it was loose enough to slip one hand out and he yanked it off
before starting on the one on his ankles.�
He carefully pulled back the sackcloth and peered out at the driver of
the cart, smiling to himself when he saw it was only one man and he crept
slowly forwards, then grabbed his captor and hauled him to the back of the
cart, punching him several times until he was unconcious.� Oliver scrambled to the bench at the front
of the cart and grabbed the reins before the horse panicked and bolted and drew
the vehicle to a standstill then jumped down and began unharnessing the filly,
gently rubbing her nose to calm her down.
�It�s all right, girl,� he soothed.� �I mean yer no harm.�� He grabbed the mane and hauled himself up,
holding on to the reins as he steered them in the direction which they had come
and urged her forwards, praying that they had not come too far from the town
and that he would reach it before the pirate ship set sail.
�

�Raise th�anchor,� Jack ordered, not wanting to
leave at the same time as the schooner in case it raised suspicions.� �We�ll take it nice an� gentle, Mister
Burford.�
�Nice an� gentle, aye, Cap�n,� the helmsman
agreed.� �Bearin�?�
�North by northeast.� �At least th�wind�ll be for us if they head west.�� Jack stood at the stern, his mind back on
Celia who had gone into the cabin a few minutes earlier.� �Call me if anythin� untoward happens,� he
ordered Myles as he strode across the quarterdeck and down the steps,
hesitating for the merest second before pushing the door to his cabin open,
surprised to see Celia in her work clothes, swabbing the deck.
�Hello,� she smiled timidly.� �I thought you had got lost.�
�Aye, I got caught up with th�rush of gettin� everythin�
ready.� You all right?�
�Fine,� she replied in a tone that suggested
otherwise.� �What happened with you and
Oliver?� You didn�t�?�
�Of course I didn�t kill him,� Jack frowned, a
little hurt that she would think that of him.�
�I saw him headin� out of town an� wondered where he was goin� when he
expressly said that he was stayin� on board.�
Do you know why he went ashore?�
�N-no,� Celia stammered, avoiding his eyes in case
she gave herself away but realised that he would see through her anyway.� �He� erm� he asked me to run away with
him.�� The words came out in a rush and
Celia stared intently at the deck, not wanting to face the anger she knew, or
at least thought she knew, would be coming.
�Ah� an� what did you say?�
�What do you think I said?� He believed we could make a live for
ourselves and that he could find work as a farmer.�
�And that was your sole reason fer turnin� him
down?� Jack wondered, cocking his head one side as he regarded the young
woman.� �Just how much do� did you like him, luv?�
�I told you!� Celia protested, snapping her head up
and glaring at him.� �I didn�t feel the
same way for him as for you - isn�t that enough?�
�But you did
feel fer him?�
�No!� Yes��
she sighed despondantly, her shoulders sagging.� �I�m sorry,� she whispered, tears springing to her eyes.
�So why did yer chose me, I wonder?� Afraid of what I�d do ter you?�� Suddenly the words that his former crewman
had said during their argument did not seem so absurd after all.
�No� I don�t know!� Celia cried, throwing her hands
up as she struggled to explain herself.�
�I suppose I did wonder if you really would have thrown us both off the
ship if I had chosen Oliver, but that was not the reason, Jack!�
�What was th�reason then?� Jack mused, arching his
eyebrows as he still looked at her with
his head to the side.
�I love you, damn it!� Though Lord only knows why!�
There, are you happy now?�� Celia
turned on her heel and stormed to the side cabin, cursing for the umpteenth
time of the lack of a door to shut and lock behind herself.� �Leave me alone!� she ordered as she heard
his booted feet walking towards the side cabin.� �For once Jack, just give me some
privacy, please.�
Jack stopped and frowned at her words, debating
whether to ignore her as usual or whether to comply with her wishes, before
deciding on the latter and turning away, walking to the door with a deep sigh,
part of him elated at her words and part of him slightly terrified.
�

Oliver Fernan crested the brow of a hill on the
filly which he had stolen, and looked down on the town of Saint Marta and its
harbour, jumping down and kicking the dirt in aggravation as he saw his former
ship sailing away.� �Fuck!� Damn yer bleedin� eyes, Sparrow!� he cursed,
aiming another kick at the soil then walking over to the horse which had
wandered to the scrubby grass and was happily munching on it.� �All right, girl,� he smiled ruefully,
patting her rump.� �Yer can have a rest
a while.� No use in hurryin� now.�� The Irishman looked back at the black ship,
closing his eyes in disappointment and hurt and seeing Celia in his mind�s
eye.� �Don�t think this is over,
Sparrow,� he vowed, opening his eyes once more.� �I will find yer an�
then we�ll see who Celia really
wants� an� it won�t be you!�

�
�Why?� Why
does my life have to be complicated all the time?� Celia sighed, pushing a
strand of hair from her eyes as she swabbed the deck of the cabin.� �Why
couldn�t I have just married Robert - I would be still at home with maybe a
family of my own by now.�� She flung
the swab across the cabin in frustration and wincing as it clattered against
the mizzenmast.
��Scuse me, Miss Celia,� came Peter Swain�s
uncertain voice from the door.� �Captain
Sparrow told me ter tell yer that�ll we�ll be attackin� th�ship b�fore too long
- they�re headin� th�same direction as us, an� yer to prepare yerself like last
time.�
�All right, Peter,� Celia sighed, �thank you.�
�I� I�ve also got ter join yer when th�attack
starts,� he frowned worriedly.� �Though
gawd knows why.�
�Don�t worry - I won�t be throwing you across the cabin, she chuckled
wryly.� �And I expect your father has
something to do with you joining me.�
�He has!� the young lad grumbled.� �It ain�t like I�ve never been through an
attack b�fore - I�ve been on board fer th�past six months!� he declared,
bristling with indignation.
�Maybe they expect this attack to be a bad one,�
Celia mused, shuddering at the thought.�
�Lord, I hope not.�� Why did you join?� You�re very young, but very capable,� she added quickly as she
saw anger flare in his eyes.
�Me Ma died of a fever an� I �ad no-one else ter
look after me, so Da asked th�cap�n if I could join th�ship as a lad.�
�I see,� she replied, thoughtfully.� �And the captain agreed?�
�Oh, aye,� Peter grinned.� �An� �e don�t treat me like I�m stupid or anythin�.� �E treats me like one o�th�crew.�
�That�s good.�
It�s nice when you are treated as you want to be treated.�
�Yeah,� the boy agreed.� �I�ll see yer when th�attack starts, eh?�
�No doubt,� Celia sighed, walking dejectedly over
to the swab when the youngster had gone, picking it up with another sigh.� �Why do you have to be such an enigma,
Jack?� she pondered aloud.� �Why do you
have to make me want to find out more about you?� Why do I have to love you?��
She meandered over to the pail and plopped the swab back into it before
half-heartedly cleaning the deck once more.
�

��S�all right, Miss Celia,� Peter assured her as
they huddled together beneath a mound of blankets, coverlets and thick coats
that the men had provided, while the ship screamed and reverberated from shot
after shot aimed at their prey in an effort to force their surrender.� �It�s us, not them.�
�I know,� she whispered hoarsely, hugging her knees
to her chest.�� It doesn�t make it any
easier, though.�
�Ah, yer�ll get used ter it,� the lad assured her
with all of the confidence of youth, falling silent as the bombardment
continued from both ships, half wanting to be watching the action, but also
glad of being in the relative safety of the main cabin, under all the
swaddling.
�I wonder how
Oliver is?� Celia mused, wanting to think of anything but what was
happening mere feet away from her, even the gentle Irishman, though it pained
her to do so.� �I hope Jack didn�t lie about not� killing him.�� She shuddered violently at the thought,
feeling sicker than she already did.� �No� Jack�s not like that.� He
wouldn�t kill a man in cold blood.��
She peered at Peter as the sound of cheering erupted on the decks on the
pirate ship, followed almost immediately by stampeding feet as they scrambled
to get on board the merchant carrier and claim her prize.
�Looks like we got her,� the young lad grinned,
hurling the covers off himself and clambering out, haring across the deck to
the door.
�Peter!� Celia called, much slower to free herself
and rise.� �Wait!� I don�t think you should�� she trailed off
as she found herself alone in the cabin.�
�Go out�� she finished with a sigh, as she walked to the window at the
side of the door and peered out, gasping at the mayhem on the deck of the other
ship.� �Please let Jack be all right,� she prayed, quite without thinking,
and she reached for her rosary beads, realising with a start that she had not
worn them for a number of days, so instead Celia pressed her forehead against
the glass, biting her lip as the pirates over-ran the seamen until they were
finally subdued, relieved to catch a glimpse of Jack seemingly safe, but in the
thick of the action.� She finally turned
away, not wanting to watch any more in case the pirates ran true to form and
slaughtered the innocent crew, and wandered to the stern seat, sitting down and
covering her face with her hands as weariness took over.
�Miss Celia?�
Th�Cap�n sent me back ter watch over yer,� Peter smiled hesitantly.� �I�ll go if yer want me ter��
�No,� the young woman assured him with a forced
smile.� �I�m all right, come back
in.� It�s not place for a lad out
there.�
�Why?� he puzzled as he walked over.� �Ain�t nothin� goin� on �cept th�cap�n
organisin� th�stuff ter be brought over before he fires th�ship.�
�What?�
Celia exploded, jumping to her feet and running from the cabin and over the the
port rail where the two ships were lashed together with ropes.� She scanned the deck of the merchant
carrier, trying desperately to find a sign of Jack, then looked at a boarding
plank, bridging the gap over the sea which was swirling against the two hulls,
and she gulped before placing a faltering foot on the plank, following by the
other one.
�What in th�name of all that is good, are you doin�?�� Jack cried from the opposing
deck as he emerged from a hatch.� �Don�t
you dare take another step forwards, y�hear?�
�J-Jack� y-ou c-can�t k-kill them,� Celia
stammered, frozen to the spot, unable to move forwards or backwards to the safety of the deck of the pirate ship.� �P-please d-don�t k-kill t-them��
Jack sighed and grabbed a free rope, swinging back
to his ship, seizing the young woman around the waist and hauling her to
safety.� �Kill them?� he enquired,
raising his eyebrows.� �Why th�hell do
you think we�re goin� ter kill them?�
�P-Peter said you w-were going to f-fire the ship,�
she panted, leaning her head against his shoulder and drawing comfort from the
contact.
�When will you ever learn?� Jack sighed
exasperatedly, raising a hand in despair.�
�I don�t do things like that, luv.�
Look�� he took Celia up the quarterdeck steps and to the stern, pointing
at a small flotilla of boats rowing frantically away from the merchant
vessel.� �That�s th�crew - we released
them first, savvy?�
�Oh.� I see�
Oh, I�m sorry, Jack,� she gulped, avoiding his gaze until he lifted her chin so
she was facing him.
�We�re not all savages, Celia,� he smiled kindly,
kissing the tip of her nose.� �Now get
back inside and bolt th�door until I come back, eh?�
�All right,� she nodded, feeling very small and
stupid as she followed him back down the steps.� �I don�t need Peter with me, you know.� I�ll be perfectly safe.��
�Yer sure?� Jack grinned, patting her bottom as she
turned for the door.� �You have a
reprieve, Master Swain,� he called to the youngster who had vacated the cabin
once again and was standing by the port quarterdeck rail, watching the comings
and goings on the other ship.
�Jack�� Celia turned around to scold him, but the
pirate captain was already swaying across the deck, wanting to carry on
overseeing the movement of the sugar and spices from one ship to the
other.�
Celia was still shaking her head to herself as she
threw the bolt on the cabin door and padded over to the stern seat, frowning as
she noticed the stern window ajar.� �I�m sure this wasn�t open� maybe Peter
opened it.�� She picked up her holy
book, looking wistfully at it and wishing she could somehow regain her
innocence, but acknowledging deep down that she would probably make the same
choice again.� She leaned against the
window frame, closing her eyes as she tried in vain to feel guilt at what she
and the pirate captain had done the past few days, and feeling the cool breeze
ruffle her hair.
�Get up an� don�t make a sound,� an ugly voice snarled
and Celia�s eyes shot open again, staring in horror at the scarred man holding
a dagger to her neck.
�Jack!�
she shrieked automotically, ignoring the man�s warning and was rewarded by his
hand slapping her hard across the face.
�Yer stupid fuckin� whore!� he growled, grabbing
her hair and yanking her to her feet and pressing the cold blade harder against
her throat.� �One more sound an� yer�ve
had it.�
�Celia?� Are
you all right, pet?� came Joshamee Gibbs� voice from outside the cabin
door.� �Celia?�
�Don�t,� the man hissed into her ear.
�B-but� h-he will wonder w-why I�m not answering,�
she stammered.� �Y-you can�t possibly
hope to escape.�
�Shut yer fuckin� mouth b�fore I shut it fer
ya.� Now move, nice an� slowly��
�Jack!� the quartermaster shouted across to the
other ship.� �I think there�s something
amiss.�
�What?� the captain of the Black Pearl enquired worriedly as he ran over the gangplank.
�I heard Celia scream your name and then it went
quiet.�
Jack hurried to his cabin and tried the door handle
without success.� �Celia?� Open th�door.�
Both men looked startled as the bolt was thrown and
the door jerked opened, a pale and frightened Celia emerging first with the man
pressed right against her, his dagger marking her neck, his other hand holding
on tightly around her waist.
�I demand safe passge,� he growled.� �Or yer pretty little lady friend gets it�
ah, ah,� he warned as Jack made to move forward.� �Back off.�� He jabbed the
knife a little harder, drawing blood.
�J-Jack,� Celia gasped, beseeching him with her
eyes.
�All right,� Jack soothed, holding his hands out to
show he was unarmed and moving backwards, motioning for Gibbs to do the
same.� Both men tried desperately not to
look up at Peter Swain who was clinging onto the quarterdeck railing above the
young woman and her captor, in case they gave the game away.� �Why didn�t you go with th�rest of your
crew?� Jack asked, trying to distract the man.
�Ha!� he snorted.�
��Cause I killed one o�th�bastards, didn�t I?� One of yer thick men
unlocked th�brig an� let me go,� he chuckled mirthlessly as he inched himself
and Celia forward.
�Let her go an� you have my word that you�ll get a
safe passage,� Jack assured him, nodding his head slightly, his hand going
straight to his sword as Peter launched himself onto the back of the man,
grappling with him as Celia fell forward into the arms of Joshamee, who ushered
her to safety, leaving his captain to deal with the stowaway.
�Nobody steals aboard my ship,� Jack hissed menacingly, grabbing the man�s lank hair and
hauling him to his feet once the ship�s boy let go of the fugitive.� �An� nobody
hurts defenceless young women.�� He
dispassionately ran the man through, looking with distaste as his body fell to
the deck.� �Bastard,� he uttered, wiping
his sword on the dead man�s clothes before stretching out his hand to
Peter.� �Well done, lad.� Dunno what we�d have done without yer.�
�I shouldn�t have left her alone,� the boy
fretted.� �Yer wanted me ter look after
�er.�
�An� yer did,� Jack reasoned.� �Better than you would have done inside
th�cabin, savvy?�
�Thanks, Cap�n,� he smiled shyly, basking in the
praise.
�Are you all right, luv?� Jack enquired, turning on
his heel and going over to Celia who was wrapped in the portly man�s arms, sobbing.
�F-fine�� she gasped, shuddering.
�Come on, let�s get you inside.�� Jack took her from Gibbs� arms and led her
to the cabin, eager to get her away from the prying eyes of the crew who were
making their way back over, having heard the commotion.� �Did you have th�window open?� he asked
gently as he looked around his cabin for signs as to where the man could have
got inside.
�N-no.� I-I
thought P-Peter opened it��
�All right,� he soothed, sitting her in his chair
then fetching the pitcher of water from the private head.� �Put yer head back fer me.�� Jack carefully washed away the blood with a
damp rag, frowning as he saw the cut was longer and deeper than he had realised.� �Bloody hell,� he swore.
�What?� Celia fretted, chewing on her lip.� �What�s wrong?�
�Nothin�, luv,� he assured her, placing a hand on
her shoulder and squeezing reassuringly.�
�It�s just that you�ll have a scar, I�m afraid� I can�t believe he
managed ter break in,� he sighed, shaking his head in disbelief.� �I�m sorry.�
I thought yer�d be safer locked in here than out on th�deck.�
�I-it doesn�t matter,� she gulped, wiping her tears
with her shirtsleeves.� �No harm done,
eh?�
�Come on,� Jack urged, taking her hands and helping
her to her feet and holding her tightly.�
�I�m so sorry, luv.�
�Cap�n?� Yer
need me?� Matthias Swain enquired, hovering by the door, feeling unsure whether
he�d be welcomed or not.
�Aye, Celia has a cut,� Jack beckoned, moving away
from the young woman and sitting her back down again.� �Your lad did well.�
�He did,� Matty grinned proudly, opening his small
case and taking out a crock bottle and pulling the cork from it.� �More fearless than me, that�s fer sure,� he
chuckled as he tipped the bottle up and poured some of its contents onto a rag
and pressed it against Celia�s neck, making sympathetic noises as she
winced.� �It�ll heal it up faster.�
�Thank you,� she smiled weakly, clasping her hands
together to stop them from trembling.�
�It won�t need stitching, will it?�
�Ooh, I dunno,� the ship�s doctor pondered, taking
the rag away and peering at the cut.�
�Nah, yer should be all right.�
But yer�ll have a scar.�
�I know, Jack� Captain Sparrow, said.� Go on,� she said to Jack.� �I know you�re needed out there - I�ll be
fine.�
�You sure?� Jack mused, looking at her warily.� �Yer�ve had a heck of a shock��
�Time I started toughening up,� Celia shrugged,
holding the compress against her neck.�
�But could you both check the cabin before you go, please?� she asked
timidly, biting her lip and ruefully musing to herself that her newfound
toughness had just failed at the first hurdle.
�Every nook an� cranny,� Jack assured her as he and
his crewman did as she asked until everywhere possible had been searched to
Celia�s satisfaction.
�Yes, I�ll bolt the door,� she smiled as Jack
opened his mouth to say something.
�No, I was goin� ter tell you not ter bolt th�door.� I�ll
post a couple of guards, savvy?�
�All right,� Celia agreed, feeling happier with the
idea but her smile fading once the two men had vacated the cabin.� �I
will not cry!� she scolded,
taking some deep breaths to compose herself.�
�I can�t keep behaving like a
silly little girl - Celia Hammond the novice has gone, it�s time to become
Celia Hammond the woman.�
�

�Yer
lookin� fer crew?� Oliver asked hopefully as he approached a man standing by
the gangplank of a sloop moored at the quayside of Saint Marta.
�Might
be.� Why yer lookin�?�
�I
got drunk an� missed th�ship,� the Irishman lied smoothly, reckoning his
chances would be better if he kept the fact he had fallen out with his captain,
quiet.� �It�s th�first time it�s
happened,� he added.� �I can usually
hold me drink, but th�stuff here is a little more potent than I�m used ter.�
�Aye,�
the bulky man chuckled.� �I know what
yer mean.� What position did yer hold?�
�Deckhand,�
he lied again.� �Although I can take
th�helm.�
�Ya
can?� Hmm, th�cap�n might be interested
in takin� yer on then - our helm died a month or so back an� we ain�t managed
ter find another one.�
�Actually,�
Oliver admitted with a rueful grin.�
�I�m a helmsman - I thought I might have better luck gettin� a position
as a deckhand than a senior crewman.�
�Come
aboard.� Sam Tate,� the man grinned,
holding out his hand.�
�Oliver
Fernan,� he replied, shaking hands then following Tate up the gangplank.� �Yer reckon I�m in with a chance?�
�I
reckon so - were yer with th�Queen
Charlotte?�
Oliver
frowned, then remembered the schooner that his former captain had been so
interested in, that was no longer in the harbour.� �Aye, aye - th�Queen
Charlotte,� he bluffed, breathing a sigh of relief.�
�Cap�n
Timms!� the man called.� �I have a
helmsman here��
�Yer
a helm?� the gruff captain enquired, looking Oliver up and down with something
akin to disgust.� �All right - yer
hired,� he announced then disappeared down a hatch.
�I
am?� Oliver queried, looking startled at Sam Tate.
�Evidently,�
Tate shrugged.� �Yer�ll get used ter
him� maybe!�
�That
bad, eh?�
�You�ll
see,� Oliver�s new crewmate chuckled wryly.�
�You�ll see��

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Chapter Twenty Three