Compass - In Labyrinth

Opening the waistband of his britches, Jack took out Tia Dalma’s compass and flipped it open. It was as he’d half expected…the needle spun crazily. “Amenirdis,” he said, “something strange is going on.”

“What, Jack?” she asked.

“I’m looking at Tia Dalma’s compass, and it’s just spinning, aimlessly. And I assure you that I’m quite clear on what I want most: I want to get to the center of the labyrinth.”

Stowing the compass away, he fastened his britches. “Also, do you realize that if we were walking outside, and had covered this much ground, we’d be in your harbor by now? The temple is on a hill. We’ve walked about a mile; I’ve been counting paces. And we’ve been going roughly northeast, on level ground. If you were to draw a line from the temple, a mile northeast, that would put you into the harbor.” Jack turned to face her. “Or, rather, roughly a hundred feet above the harbor.”

Amenirdis shrugged. “This is Apedemak’s temple. And his labyrinth. The gods have great powers, Jack.”

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The Price of Freedom, Chapter 16