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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest Elizabeth: Will! Why is this happening? Will: I don't know. You look beautiful Elizabeth: I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding Governor Swann: Let me through. How dare you! Stand your men down at once. Do you hear me? Beckett: Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long. Governor: Cutler Beckett?! Beckett: It's Lord now, actually. Governor: Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man! Beckett: In fact I do. Mr. Mercer! The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner. Governor:...This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann Beckett: Is it? That's annoying, my mistake. Arrest her! Elizabeth: On what charges?! Will: No! Beckett: Ah, here's the one for William Turner, and I have another one for a Mr. James Norrington, is he present? Governor: Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago. Beckett: That isn’t the answer to the question I asked Will: Lord Beckett! In the category of questions not answered. Elizabeth: We are under the jurisdiction of the King's governor of Port Royal, and you will tell us what we are charged with. Governor: The charges are conspiring to set free of a man convicted of crimes against the crown and Empire, and condemned to death, for which the punishment- Beckett: For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death. Perhaps you remember a certain pirate, one Jack Sparrow? Will and Elizabeth: Captain! Elizabeth:Captain Jack Sparrow. Beckett: Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought you might. Gibbs: Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest. Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil done for the rest. Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum. Jack: Sorry mate. Mind if we take a little side trip? I didn’t think so. Gibbs: Not quite according to plan Jack: Complications arose, ensued- were overcome Gibbs: You got what you went in for? Jack: Mm-hm Gibbs: Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well, was expecting something a bit more...shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear shaped and being claimed by the sea Leech: And the Royal navy chasing us all over the Atlantic Marty: And the hurricane! Gibbs: All in all, it seems it's been a fair while since we did a speck of honest pirating. Jack: Shiny? Is this how you’re all feeling then? That perhaps, dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain? Cotton's parrot: Walk the plank! Jack: What did the bird say?! Leech: Do not blame the bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth. [Monkey snatches the cloth, Jack shoots it] Gibbs: You know that don't do no good Jack: Does me! Marty: It's a key. Jack: No! Much more better! It is a drawing of a key. Gentlemen, what do keys do? Leech: Keys unlock things? Gibbs: And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So we're going to find whatever this key unlocks? Jack: No. If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it? Gibbs: So we're going after this key? Jack: You're not making any sense at all. Any other questions? Marty: So...do we have a heading? Jack: Ah! A heading! Set sail in a...general...that way direction. Come on, snap to and drop sail, you know how this works. Oy, oy, oy, oy! Marty: Have you noticed lately, the captain's acting a bit strange..er? Gibbs: Aye. Setting sail without knowing his own heading? Something's got Jack vexed. And mark my words- whatever bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all. Guard: Lord Beckett. The prisoner, as ordered, sir. Beckett: Those won’t be necessary. The East India Trading Company has need of your services. We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend, Jack Sparrow Will: More acquaintance than friend. How do you know him? Beckett: We've had dealings in the past. And we've each left our mark on the other. Will: What mark did he leave on you? Beckett: By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him and recover a certain property in his possession. Will: Recover? At the point of a sword? Beckett: Bargain! Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England. Will: Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free. Beckett: Freedom. Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank edges of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish. Not unlike you, Mr. Turner. You and your fiancé face the hangman's noose. Will: So you get both Jack and the Black Pearl? Beckett: The Black Pearl? Will: The property you want that he possesses. Beckett: A ship? Hardly. The item in question is considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass...Ah, you know it...Bring back that compass, or there's no deal. Jack: [empties bottle of rum] Why is the rum always gone? [stands up and staggers drunkenly] Oh... that's why. Jack: As you were, gents. Bootstrap: Time’s run out, Jack. Jack: Bootstrap? Bill Turner? Bootstrap: You look good Jack Jack: Is this a dream? Bootstrap: No Jack: Thought not. If it were there'd be rum. Bootstrap: You got the Pearl back, I see? Jack: I had some help retrieving the Pearl, by the way. Your son Bootstrap: William?... He ended up a pirate after all. Jack: So- to what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle? Bootstrap: He sent me. Davy Jones Jack: Ah. So it's you. He shanghaied you into service. Bootstrap: I chose it. I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack. I stood up for you. Everything went wrong after that. They strapped me to a cannon, and I ended up on the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me. Unable to move. Unable to die, Jack. And I thought if there was the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it. Jack: It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment. Bootstrap: You made a deal with him too, Jack. He raised the Pearl from the depths for you. Thirteen years as captain. Jack: Technically- Bootstrap: Jack. You can't talk you way out of this. The terms what applied to me apply to you as well. One soul, bound in service for 100 years. Jack: Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already has a Captain, so- Bootstrap: Then it's the locker for you! Jones terrible leviathan will find you and drag the Pearl back to the depths, and you with it. Jack: Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie? Bootstrap: I already told you Jack. Time's run out. It comes now, drawn with ravenous hunger to the man what bears the Black Spot Jack: On deck, all hands! Make fast the boot casket (words?)! On deck, scurry! Scurry, movement! Movement! I want movement! *All the pirates leap to their feet, pulling on clothes and running up on deck* Jack: Run! Run and keep running! Run as if the devil itself and itself is upon us! Gibbs: Where, Captain? Jack: Ah! Run! Land! *Jack vanishes. Gibbs looks for him and Jack jumps up from the other side of the mast where he's hiding. Jack: Ah! Gibbs: Which port? Jack: Didn't say port! I said land! Any land! *The monkey swoops down and grabs Jack's hat, making him scream. The monkey hisses. Jack hisses back. The monkey throws Jack's hat overboard.* Gibbs: Jack's hat! Bring her about! Jack: No! Leave it! *Everyone on the Pearl freezes in shock* Jack: Run! Gibbs: Back to your stations, the lot o' ya! Jack? Jack: Ssh! Gibbs: For the love of mother and child, Jack! What's coming after us? Jack: Nothing. (loosely translated, this coversation goes something like this) Turkish Sailor: *puts on Jack's hat* Haha, now I'm a captain! Greek Sailor: *takes the hat* Well, I look very good in this hat. Very, very good! *something runs into the boat* Greek Sailor: Nevermind! You can have it back now. Turkish Sailor: No way! I don't want it anymore. *the boat is pulled under the ocean* Guard: Here now. He can't be here. Swann: I think you'll find he can Guard: Mister Swann! Swann: Governor Swann, still. Do you think I wear this wig to keep my head warm? Elizabeth: Jack's compass? But what does Beckett want with that? Will: Does it matter? I'm to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal. In exchange the charges against us will be dropped. Swann: No. We must find our own avenue to secure your freedom. Will: Is that a lack of faith in Jack, or in me? Swann: That you would risk your life to save Sparrow's does not mean he would do the same for anyone else. Now where's that dog with the keys? Elizabeth: I have faith in you. Both of you. Where will you find him? Will: Tortuga. I'll start there, and I won't stop searching till I find him. Then I intend to return here and marry you Elizabeth: Properly? Will: Eagerly, if you'll still have me Elizabeth: If it weren't for these bars I'd have you already... I'll wait for you Will: Keep a weather eye on the horizon. Sailor on docks: Jack Sparrow? Owes me four doubloons. Heard he was dead. Fisherman: Singapore, is what I heard. Drunk with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow turn up in Singapore. Giselle: Jack Sparrow? Scarlet: I haven't seen him in a month. Giselle: When you find him, will you give him a message? [slaps Will] Shrimper: Cannot say about Jack Sparrow, but there's this island, just south of the straits where I trade spice for...mmm, delicious long pork. Cannot say about Jack, but you'll find a ship there...a ship with black sails. Shrimper: My brother will take you ashore. *cut to Will and said brother heading for the island. The brother stops the ship* Will: The shore is right there. Sailor: *says something in French, the equivalent of 'I'm not going there' Sailor: Bon voyage, monsieur. *Will jumps off the boat and swims to shore* Will: Jack! Jack Sparrow! Marty! Cotton! Anybody? *Will sees the parrot* Will: Ah. A familiar face. Parrot: Rrrawck! Don't eat me! Will: I'm not going to eat you. Parrot: Don't eat me! No! Don't eat me! Rrrawck! *Will walks through the forest and sees the canteen* Will: Gibbs. *Will follows a line trail and is surprised by the cannibals. Will (suspended in midair): Come on, who wants some? I can do this all day! *Will is shot in the neck by a blowdart* *Cut to cannibals carrying Will to the chief, singing and dancing. Jack Sparrow is the chief. Will recognizes him* Will: Jack? Jack Sparrow! I can honestly say I'm glad to see you! *Jack gets up, taps Will, and begins to walk away* Will: Jack? It's me, Will Turner! Jack (to cannibals) Masse ko? Cannibal: Iseepee. Cannibals: Iseepee Will: Tell them to let me down! Jack: Kellay lom. Lom peaky peaky, lom meancy weancy. *Jack inspects Will* Jack: Lom say-say, eunuchy. Snip-snip. *Jack begins to walk away. Will sees the compass* Will: Jack! The compass! That's all I need, Elizabeth is in danger! We were arrested for helping you! She faces the gallows! *Jack pauses, thinking, then turns back* (I don't have this line from Jack, I'll get it tonight) Jack: ...ball licky-licky Cannibal: Ball licky-licky! Cannibals: Ball licky-licky! Jack: Save me! Will: Jack, what did you tell them? No! Jack, what about Elizabeth? Jack! Prisoners: Come on girl. Bit closer. We don't bite. Swann: Come quickly. Elizabeth: Are you going to tell me what's happening? Swann: Our name still has some standing with the King. I've arranged passage to England. The captain is a friend of mine. Elizabeth: No! Will has gone to find Jack! Swann: We cannot count on William Turner. Come! Elizabeth: He's a better man than you give him credit for. Swann: Oh please, this is no time for innocence. Beckett has offered one pardon only. One. And that is promised to Jack Sparrow. Even if Will succeeds, do not ask me to endure the sight of my daughter walking to the gallows. Do not! Perhaps, I can ensure a fair trial for Will if he returns. Elizabeth: A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging. Swann: Then there is nothing left for you here. Swann: Wait inside. Captain? Captain? Oh my-- Mercer: Evening, Gov'ner. Shame, huh? He was carrying this. It’s a letter to the King. It's from you. Swann: Elizabeth! What are you doing? Mercer: Where is she? Swann: Who? Beckett: I expect you've discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm, as you father believes. Elizabeth: Then what is? Beckett: I'm afraid that currency is the currency of the realm. Elizabeth: Then I expect we can come to some sort of understanding. I'm here to negotiate Beckett: I'm listening (pistol) I'm listening intently. Elizabeth: These letters of Marque, they are signed by the King Beckett: Yes, and they're not valid until they bear my signature, and my seal Elizabeth: Or else I would not still be here. You sent Will to retrieve the compass owned by Jack Sparrow. It will do you no good Beckett: Do explain Elizabeth: I have been to the Isla de Muerta, I have seen the treasure myself. There is something you need to know Beckett: Ah, I see. You think the compass leads only to the Isla de Muerta, and wish to save me from an evil fate. You needn't worry. I have no interest in cursed Aztec gold. My desires are not so provincial. There's more than one chest of value in these waters. So I suggest you enhance your offer Elizabeth: Consider in your calculations you robbed me of my wedding night Beckett: So I did. A marriage interrupted- or fate intervened? You're going to great lengths to ensure Jack Sparrow’s freedom. Elizabeth: These aren't going to Jack Beckett: Really? To ensure Mr. Turner’s freedom then? I'll still want that compass. Consider that in your calculations. Ragetti: And I say it was divine providence what escaped us from jail. Pintel: And I say it was me being clever. Ain't that right, poochie? Ragetti: How do you know it wasn't Divine Providence what inspired you to be clever? Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship. Pintel: It ain't stealing, its salvaging and since when do you care? Ragetti: Now that we're not immortal no more, we need to take care of our immortal souls. Pintel: You know you can't read! Ragetti: It's the Bible you get credit for trying. Pintel: Pretending to read the Bible is a lie, and that's a mark against [points up]. Look! There it is! [Dog jumps out of the boat] Ragetti: What's got into him? Pintel: Must have seen a catfish. Ragetti: Stupid mongrel! [Big wave knocks the boat over. Pintel and Ragetti make there way to shore.] Pintel: It's ours for the taking. Ragetti: Tide’s coming in, that should help. And salvaging is saving, in a manner of speaking. Pintel: That’s the truth of it! [drums] Ragetti: I s’pose we better save it as soon as we can, what with our souls in such a vulnerable state. Pintel: Amen to that. Jack: Thank you. [bites toenail] Will: Why would he do this? If Jack's the chief- Gibbs: Aye, the Pelagostos made Jack their chief. But he only remains chief as long as he acts like one. Will: So he's as much a prisoner as we are. Gibbs: Worse. You see, the Pelagostos believe Jack is a god in human form. And they intend to do him the honour of releasing him from his fleshy prison. [Cotton grabs Gibbs' hand and bites it to explain] Gibbs: Argh!...They'll roast him and eat him. Will: Where is the rest of the crew? Gibbs: These cages we're in? Weren't built until after we got here. The feast is about to begin. Jack's life will end when the drums stop Will: Well, we can't just sit here and wait, can we? Jack: Oi! No-no! More wood! Big fire! Big fire! I am chief! Want big fire! More wood! Oi! Ma boogie-snickle-snickle. Toot sweet, come on! More wood! *Cannibals put more wood on the fire and turn. Cut to Jack running away. He reaches a cliff and nearly falls.* *Jack picks up a bamboo stick and regards it. Then he tosses it aside and goes into a dwelling. He finds rope and some paprika by the East India Company. Gazing worriedly at the paprika, he exits - and stops.* Jack: Oh bugger. *the cannibals all stare at him. Jack drops the rope and tosses on the paprika like deodorant* Jack: Little seasoning, eh? *cut to Jack tied onto a rope and set over the fire* Jack: Well done. Gibbs:Put your legs through, start to climb Will: Come on, men. It will take all of us to crew the Black Pearl! Leech: Actually, you wouldn’t need everyone. About six would do....Ohhhh dear. Will: Hurry! *a native walks by* Will: Wait. Stop. Stop! Leech: Sshhh. *starts climbing* Will: Stop! Random Pirate: Heh heh heh! Leech: Snake! *pirates fall to their death* Will: Move! Cannibal: Fi-fi! Cannibals: Fi-fi! Cannibal Scout: *speaks cannibal language* Jack: Well, go on, go geth them! Pay la la! Cannibals: Pay la la! Jack: No-no! Oi! No no! Not good. Will: Cut it loose! Find a rock! Roll the cage! Pirates: Aaaahhhhh!! Will: Lift the cage! Gibbs: Come on lads! Lift it like a lady's skirt. Will: Run! Gibbs: This way, lads! Jack: Stop it! *flips over cliff, falls down cliff* Woman 1: A neef neef. Woman 2: A boogie. *pole cracks* Jack: Bugger. Aaaahhhhh! Pintel: Hold loose the mooring line! The mooring line! Ragetti: Thief! Little hairy thief! Don't bite it! Pintel: Hold loose the mooring line! Ragetti: He's got me eye! He won't give it back! Pintel: Well how'd you get it back the last time? Gibbs: Excellent! Our work's half done! Pintel: We done it for you! Knowing you'd be coming back for it! Gibbs: Get ready to sail, boys! Will: What about Jack? I won't leave without him. Jack: Oy! *cannibals chasing him* Will: Time to go. Jack: Aaaahhhhh! Gibbs: Make ready to cast off!! Jack: Oy! Good doggy. Aah! AAAHHHH!! *cannibals pleading with Jack to come back* Jack: Alas, my children. This shall be the day that you always remember as the day that you almost--*splash*--Captain Jack Sparrow. Gibbs: let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea. Jack: yes to the first, yes to the second, but only insofar as we keep to the shallows as much as possible Gibbs: That seems a bit contradictory, captain. Jack: I have every faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills, Master Gibbs, now where is that monkey? I want to shoot something. Will: Jack! Jack: Ah Will: Elizabeth is in danger Jack: Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her? Maybe just lock her up somewhere? Will: She is locked up, in a prison, bound to hang for helping you! Jack: There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes Will: I need that compass of yours Jack. I must trade it for her freedom. Jack: Master Gibbs. Gibbs: Capt'n Jack: We have a need to travel upriver Gibbs: By need , do you mean a trifling need, fleeting, a passing fancy? Jack: No, a resolute and unyielding need. William, I shall trade you the compass, if you will help to find this. Will: You want me to find this? Jack: No... you want you to find this. Because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating and your disovering the detecting of a way to save your dolly belle, ol' what's her face. Savvy? Will: This is going to save Elizabeth? Jack: How much do you know about Davy Jones? Will: Not much. Jack: Yeah. It's gonna save Elizabeth. Captain: Hey! What is going on here? *looks at the dress* If you both fancy the dress, you'll just have to share and wear it one after the other. Sailor: No, it's not like that sir. This ship is haunted. Captain: Is it now? And you? Sailor II: There's a female presence among us, sir. All the men - they can feel it. Sailor: The ghost of a lady, widowed before her marriage I figgurit. Searching for her husband, lost at sea. Sailor III: And a virgin too, likely as not. And that bodes ill by all accounts. Sailor: Well I say we throw the dress overboard and hope the spirit follows it! Sailor II: No no no that will just anger the spirit sir. I think we need to find out what it is the spirit wants and then give it back to her! Captain: Enough! Enough! You're a pair of superstitious goats and it's got the best of you! Now this appears to be no more as we have a stowaway on board. A young woman, from the look of it. Now I want you to search the ship and find her. Oh and - she's probably naked. Will: Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean? Gibbs: Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones. A fearsome creature with giant tentacles that suction your face clean off, and drag an entire ship past the crushing darkness. The Kraken... They say the stench of its breath is- ooh! Imagine: The last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the Kraken and the reeking odour of a thousand rotting corpses. If you believe such things. Will: And the key will spare him that? Gibbs: Now that's the very question jack wants answered. Bad enough even to go visit...her. Will: Her? Gibbs: Aye. Jack: No worries, mates. Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable we are...were...have been...before. Gibbs: I'll watch your back. Jack: It's me front I'm worried about. Gibbs [to Will]: Mind the boat. Will Turner: [to Ragetti] Mind the boat. Ragetti: [to Pintel] Mind the boat. Pintel: [to Marty] Mind the boat. Marty: [to Cotton's parrot] Mind the boat. Cotton's Parrot: [to Cotton] Mind the boat. [It flies off, leaving Cotton to pout and sit back down in the boat] Tia: Jack Sparrow. Jack: Tia Dalma Tia: I always knew da wind was gonna blow ya back to me one day...You. You 'ave a touch of...destiny about you, William Turner Will: You know me? Tia: You want to know me? Jack: There'll be no knowing here. We've come for help and we're not leaving without it. I thought I knew you Tia: Not as well as I had hoped. Come Jack: Come Tia: What service, may I do you? You know I demand payment. Jack: I brought payment! Look. An undead monkey. Top that. [Tia releases the monkey] Gibbs: No! You've no idea how long it took us to catch that Tia: The payment is fair Will: We're looking for this. And what it goes to Tia: The compass you barter from me, it cannot lead you to this? Jack: Maybe. Why? Tia: Aiiii! Jack Sparrow does not know what 'e wants. Or do you know, and are loathe to claim it as your own?...Your key go to a chest. And it what lay inside the chest that you seek, don't it? Will: What is in the chest? Pintel: Gold? Jewels? Unclaimed property of a valuable nature? Ragetti: Nothing...bad, I hope Tia: You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea. A great sailor. Until he run afoul of that which vexes all men. Will: What vexes all men? Tia: What indeed? Gibbs: The sea. Pintel: Sums! Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil. Jack: A woman Tia: A woman. 'E fell in love Gibbs: No, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with Tia: Same story, different versions, but all are true. You see, it was a woman as changin', and harsh, and untameable as da sea. Him never stopped lovin' her. The pain it caused 'im was too much to live wit, but not enough to cause 'im to die. Will: What exactly did he put in the chest? Tia: Him heart Ragetti: Literally or figuratively? Pintel: He couldn't literally put his heart in a chest...could he? Tia: It was not wort' feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings. So, him carve out him heart, lock it away in da chest, and hide da chest from da world. Da key, 'e keep wit 'im at all times Will: You knew this. Jack: I did not. I didn’t know where the key was. But now we do. So all that's left is to climb aboard the Flying Dutchman, find the key, you go back to Port Royal and save your bonny lass Tia: Let me see your hand! [Reveals the black spot] Gibbs: The black spot! Pintel: Black spot! Ragetti: Black spot! Jack: My eyesight's as good as ever, just so you know! [Tia withdraws, rumages around and returns] Tia: Davy Jones can’t make port. Cannot step on land but once every ten years. Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow. So you will carry land with you Jack: Dirt...this is a jar of dirt Tia: Yes Jack: Is the...jar of dirt going to help? Tia: If ya don't want it, give it back Jack: No Tia: Den it helps Will: It seems we have a need to find the Flying Dutchman [Tia sits and shakes the crab claws] Tia: A touch...of destiny. [She drops them] Will: That's the Flying Dutchman?...She doesn't look like much Jack: Neither do you. But do not underestimate her. (nudges Gibbs) Gibbs: Must have run afoul of the reef Jack: So, what's the plan? Will: I row over and search the ship till I find your bloody key Jack: And if there are crewmen? Will: I cut down anyone in my way Jack: I like it. Simple, easy to remember. Ragetti: Your chariot awaits you, sire! Ha ha! Jack: If you do happen to get captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt. Might save your life! Ragetti: Bon voyage! Jack: Douse the lamps. *Will rows over to the doomed ship, gets out of the boat, and sees a sailor.* Will: Sailor! Sailor! *the sailor is furiously babbling, obviously terrified* Will: It's no use, you've run aground. Sailor: No! Beneath us! Foul breath! *something falls heavily to the deck. Will approaches it* Will: Hey! Hey! *Will rolls the object over to reveal a man whose face has been suctioned off by the Kraken. The Flying Dutchman explodes out of the water and sailors of said ship swarm over* Dutchman Sailor: Get down on your marrow bones and pray! *Will and the others are taken capture - Will after he gets knocked on the head after threatening the sailors with a flaming sword. Heavy footsteps signal the arrival of Davy Jones* Maccus: Five men still alive, the rest have moved on. *Davy Jones walks menacingly down the line, pausing at a trembling sailor* Davy Jones (puffing on a pipe): Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare? All your sins punished? I can offer you...an escape. Sailor: Don't listen to him! *Davy Jones looks over at the sailor, who is holding a rosary. He approaches him* Davy Jones: Do you not fear death? Sailor: I'll take my chances, sir. Davy Jones: To the depths. *The sailor's throat is cut and he's tossed overboard* Sailor: Cold-blooded... Davy Jones: Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different? (this line may be wrong but I'm going to try...) I can give you a way to postpone the judgement. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve? Sailor: I will serve. Davy Jones: (don't know what he says but it sounds like...) Lovely. (or 'very well') *Jones continues walking and meets up with Will* Davy Jones: You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here? Will: Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt. Davy Jones (confused): What is your purpose here? Will: Jack Sparrow? Sent me to settle his debt? Davy Jones: Did he, now? I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer. *cut to the Black Pearl - Sparrow is watching through a spyglass. He sees Jones look over and drops the glass. Jones is standing in front of him* Jack: Oh. Davy Jones: You have a debt to pay (a dead toupee? ;-]). You've been captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was the agreement! Jack: Yes, but technically I was only Captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon Davy: Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless. Have you not introduced yourself all these years as "Captain" Jack Sparrow? Jack: One soul to serve on your ship is already over there. Davy: One soul is not equal to another! Jack: Aha! So we've established my proposal is sound in principal, now we're just haggling over price. Davy: Price? *pop* Jack: Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth? Davy: 100 souls. 3 days. Jack: You're a diamond, mate. Send me back the boy and I'll get started right away. Davy: I keep the boy. A good faith payment. That leaves you 99 to go. Jack: Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano, worth at least four, maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention, he's in love. Wif a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony, aye? Davy Jones: I keep the boy, nintey nine souls-a. But I wonder, Sparrow, can ya live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend-a, to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you roam free? Jack: Yep, I'm good wiv it. Shall we seal in blood? I mean.. errrrr.. ink? Davy Jones: Three days. Jack: Er, Mr Gibbs. Gibbs: Aye. Jack: I feel sullied and unusual. Gibbs: And how do you intend to harvest these ninety nine souls in three days? Jack: Fortunately he was mum as to the condition on which these souls need be. Gibbs: Ah, Tortuga. Jack: Tortuga. Bellamy: Port tariffs, berthing fees, wharf handling, and, heaven help us, pilotage. Are we all to work for the East India Trading Company, then? Sailor 1: I'm afraid, sir, Tortuga is the only free port in these waters. Bellamy: A pirate port is what you mean. Well I'm sorry. An honest sailor is what I am. I make my living fair and square and sleep well each night, thank you. Sailor 2: S-sir? Bellamy: *gasp* Sailor 2: I think she wants you to do something. Bellamy: Is it trying to give a sign? *lantern falls* Bellamy: Over there! Look for a sign. Sailor 1: There it is! There's the sign. Sailor 2: That's seaweed. Sailor 1: Seaweed can be a sign. Sailor 2: It looks like entrails. Bellamy: That would be a bad sign. Elizabeth: What's that over there? Gibbs: And what makes you think you're worthy to crew the Black Pearl? Old Man: Truth be told, I never sailed a day in me life. I figured I should get out and see the world while I'm still young. Gibbs: You'll do. Make your mark. Next! Drunk Man: My wife ran off with my dog and I am drunk for a month and I don't give a @ss rat's if I live or die. Gibbs: Perfect! Next! Lame Man: Me have one arm and a bum leg. Gibbs: It's the crow's nest for you. Jack: I know what I want, I know what I want, I know what I want, I know what I want! Gibbs: Next! Old Man 2: Ever since I was a little lad, I've always wanted to sail the seas...forever. Gibbs: Sooner than you think. Sign the roster. Old Man 2: Thanks very much! Jack: How are we doing? Gibbs: Including those four? Four. And what's your story? Norrington: My story. Same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life. Gibbs: Commodore? Is that you? Norrington: No, not any more! Weren't you listening? [Leans in close] I nearly had you all off Tripoli. I would have if not for that hurricane. Gibbs: Don't tell me you tried to sail through it? Norrington: [Leans in further] So am I hired? [Gibbs goes to reach for his quill] You haven't said where you're going yet. [While turning over the table] Somewhere nice! So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow....or should I just kill you now? Jack: You're hired. Norrington: Sorry, old habits and all that. Sailor 1: Watch it, sonny! Sailor 2: That's our captain your threatening. *shot fired, fighting breaks out* Jack: Time to go! Gibbs: Aye! *fighting, Jack tries on hats* Jack: Thanks, mate. Ooh! Carry on. Norrington: All right, who wants some? Form an orderly line, I'll have you all one by one. *Elizabeth smashes him over the head* Elizabeth: I just wanted the pleasure of doing that myself! *Norrington is thrown into the mud* Elizabeth: James Norrington. What has the world done to you? Dutchman crew: Heave! Heave! Heave! Heave! Bosun: Secure the mast tackle Mr. Turner! Step to it! Will: Step aside! Bootstrap: Mind yourself! Let go, boy! *gasps* Bosun: Haul that weevil to his feet! Five lashes will remind you to stay on it! Bootstrap: No! Bosun: Impeding me in my duties? You'll share the punishment. Bootstrap: I'll take it all. Davy Jones: Will you now? And what would prompt such an act of charity? Bootstrap: My son. He's my son. Davy: What fortuitous circumstance be this? Bo'sun! (Holds the whip to Bootstrap) Five lashes be owed, I believe it is? Bootstrap: No. No, I won't. Davy: The cat's out of the bag, Mr. Turner! Your issue will feel its sting by either the Bo'sun's hand or your own...Bo'sun! Bootstrap: NO! Bootstrap: William. Will: I don’t need your help! Bootstrap: The Bo'sun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone with every swing Will: So I'm supposed to understand that what you did was an act of compassion? Bootstrap: Yes Bootstrap: 100 years before the mast, losing who you are, bit by bit, till you end up, end up like poor Wyvern here. Once you've sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there's no leaving it. Not until your debt is payed. Will: I've sworn no oath. Bootstrap: Then you must get away. Will: Not until I find this. The key. Wyvern: *gasp* The dead man's chest? Will: What do you know of this? Wyvern: Open the chest and stab the heart...no no no no, don't stab the heart...the Dutchman needs a living heart or there'll be no captain, and if there's not captain, there's no one to have the key. Will: So the captain has the key? Where is the key? Wyvern: Hidden. Will: Where is the chest? Wyvern: Hidden. Elizabeth: Captain Sparrow. Jack: Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard. Elizabeth: I'm here to find the man I love. Jack: I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea. Elizabeth: Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow. Jack: Elizabeth? [to Gibbs] Hide the rum. [to Elizabeth] You know, these clothes do not flatter you at all, it should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin. Elizabeth: Jack. I know Will came to find you. Where is he? Jack: Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been pressganged into Davy Jones's crew. Elizabeth: Davy Jones? Norrington: Oh please. The captain of the Flying Dutchman? Jack: You look bloody awful. What are you doing here? Norrington: You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax. Jack: You smell funny! Elizabeth: Jack! Jack: Hmm? Elizabeth: All I want is to find Will. Jack: Are you certain? Is that what you really want most? Elizabeth: Of course! Jack: Because I would think you'd want to find a way to save Will most. Elizabeth: And you'd have a way of doing that? Jack: Well...there is a chest. Norrington: Oh dear. Jack: A chest of unknown size and origin. Pintel: What contains the still beatin' heart of Davy Jones. Ragetti: Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Jack: And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including saving brave William from his grim fate. Norrington: You don't actually believe him, do you? Elizabeth: How would we find it? Jack: With this. My compass is unique. Norrington: Unique here having the meaning of broken. Jack: True enough. This compass does not point north. Elizabeth: Then where does it point? Jack: It points to the thing you want most in this world. Elizabeth: Oh Jack. Are you telling the truth? Jack: Every word, love. And what you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones. Elizabeth: To save Will? Jack: By finding the chest of Davy Jones. [backs away] Mr. Gibbs? Gibbs: Captain? Jack: We have our heading. Gibbs: Finally! Cast off those lines, weigh anchor, and prow that canvas! Jack: Miss Swann. Pintel: Welcome to the crew, former commodore! Beckett: There's something to knowing the exact shape of the world and one's place in it, don't you agree? Swann: I assure you, these are not necessary. Beckett: I had you brought here because I thought you might be interested in the wherabouts of your daughter. Swann: You have news of her? Mercer: Last seen on the island of Tortuga, then left in the company of the known pirate Jack Sparrow and other fugitives from justice. Swann: Justice? Hardly. Beckett: Including the previous owner of this sword, I believe. Our ships are in pursuit. Justice will be dispensed by cannon-aid and cutless and all manner of remorseless pieces of metal. I personally find it distasteful to contemplate the horror awaiting those on board. Swann: What do you want from me? Beckett: Your authority as governor, your influence in London, and your loyalty to the East India Trading Company. Gov. Swann: To you, you mean. Beckett: Shall I remove these shackles? Swann: Do what you can for my daughter. Beckett: So you see Mercer, every man has a price he will willingly accept, even for that which hoped never to sell. Dutchman Sailor: I bet ten years. Dutchman Sailor 2: I'll match ten years. Dutchman Sailor 3: Agreed. Bootstrap: Wondering how it's played? Will: I understand. It's a game of deception. The bidding includes all the dice, not just your own. Will: What are they bidding? Bootstrap: Oh, the only thing we have. Years of service. Will: And any crew member can be challenged? Bootstrap: Aye, anyone. Will: I challenge Davy Jones. Davy Jones: I accept. Davy Jones: The stakes? Will: My soul. An eternity of servitude. Bootstrap: No! Davy Jones: Against? Will: I want this. Davy Jones: How do you know of the key? Will: That's not part of the game, is it? You can still walk away. *Jones sits and the die is cast. Suddenly a third hand lands on the table* Davy Jones: What's this? Bootstrap: I'm in, matching his wager. Will: Don't do this. Bootstrap: The die is cast. I bid three twos. It's your bid, Captain. Davy Jones: Four fours. Will: Four fives Bootstrap: Six threes Davy Jones: Seven fives. Will: Eight fives. Davy Jones: Welcome to the crew, lad. Bootstrap: Twelve fives. Twelve fives. Call me a liar or up the bid. Davy Jones: And be called a liar myself for my troubles? Bootstrap Bill, you're a liar, and you will spend an eternity on this ship! Master Turner, feel free to go ashore. The very next time we make port! Will: Fool! Why did you do that? Bootstrap: I couldn't let you lose. Will: It was never about winning or losing Bootstrap: The Key. You just wanted to know where it was Bootstrap: Captain says I'm to relieve you. Captain's orders. Bootstrap: Here, take this too. [gives Will a knife] Now get yourself to land and stay there. It was always in my blood to die at sea, but it was never a fate I wanted for you. Will: It wasn't a fate you had to choose for yourself, either. Bootstrap: I could say I did what I had to when I left you to go pirating, but it would taste a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted. You owe me nothing, Will. Will: They'll know you helped me. Bootsrap: *laughs* What more can they do to me? Will: I take this with a promise. I will find a way to free you from your debt to Jones, and I won't rest until this blade pierces his heart. I will not abandon you. I promise. Gibbs: Beckett? Liz: Yes, they're signed, Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company Jack: [Makes is tongue motion... thing] Gibbs: Will was working for Beckett and never said a word. Jack: [touches his arm] Gibbs: Becket wants the compass. Only one reason for that. Jack: Of course. He wants the chest. Liz: Yes, he did say something about a chest Gibbs: Whoever controls the chest controls the sea Jack: A truly discomforting notion, luv Gibbs: And BAD. Bad for every mother's son what calls himself pirate. I think there's a bit more wind to be coaxed outta these sails. Brace the foreyard! Jack: Might I inquire how you came by these? Liz: Persuasion. Jack: Friendly? Liz: Decidedly not. Jack: William strikes a bargain for these and upholds it with honor, yet you are the one standing with the prize. Full pardon, and commission as a privateer for the East India Trading Company. As If I could be bought for such a low price. Liz: Jack, the letters, give them back. Jack: No. Persuade me. Liz: You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword? Jack: Like I said, persuade me. Liz: [Grimaces and heads over to the railing] Norrington:[Leans back against the rail] It's a curious thing. There was a time when I would have given anything for you to look like that while thinking about me. Liz: I don't know what your talking about. Norrington: Oh, I think you do. Liz: Oh, don't be absurd! I trust him is all. Norrington: Did you ever wonder how your latest fiancé ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place? Bellamy: trange thing to find a longboat this far out in open water Will: Just put as many leagues behind as you can, as fast as you can Bellamy: And what are we running from? Will (seeing the dress): That dress. Where did you get it? Bellamy: It was found aboard the ship. The crew thought it was a spirit bringing some omen of ill fate. Will: That's foolish. Sailor: Oh quite foolish. Sailor 2: It brought good fortune. This spirit told us - put in at Tortuga, and we made a nice bit of profit there. Bellamy: Off the books, of course. Will: I imagine some of your crew must have jumped ship there. Bellamy: Yes. Why do you ask? Lookout: Captain! A ship's been spotted! Bellamy: Colors? Lookout: She isn't flyin' any. Bellamy: Pirates! Will: Or worse. *on the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones finds the drawing of the key and not the key. Furious, he storms towards Bootstrap and grabs him* Davy Jones: You will watch this! *Dutchman sailors are whipped as they raise a giant hammer-like creation* Davy Jones: Let no joyful voice be heard! Let no man look up at the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake... the Kraken! Bootstrap: No!! *the hammer-like creation is released, pounding into the water. On the Edinburgh, Will climbs the mast and looks. Everyone is silent, looking* Will: I've doomed us all. It's the Flying Dutchman! *the entire ship shakes, stopping dead.* Sailor: Mother Cary's chickens, what happened? Sailor 2: Must have hit a reef! *The captain looks over the edge, where the water is foaming* Bellamy: Free the rudder! Hard to port, than hard to starboard! Sailor: Free the rudder! Sailor 2: Hard to port! *as he says this, a tentacle shoots onto the boat and grabs the captain. A sailor, horrified, watches him go. The other sailors turn and see the captain thrown up into the air and then wrenched down* Sailor: Kraken!!!! *the alarm bells rings as the ship crew jumps to action. The kraken snakes its way up the ship. Sailors try shooting it, hitting it with axes and swords, and it kills them. Will is thrown from the mast, stabs the sail, and slides down. One of the sailors holds up the dress* Sailor: Here! She's here! Take it! *Two very large tentacles explode out of the water. There is a shot of one sailor falling into the gaping maw of the kraken. Will falls into the water and sees the kraken, then pulls himself up. He makes it to a piece of rubble, sees the Dutchman and drops back into the water* Maccus: He must have been claimed by the sea. Davy Jones: I am the sea. Dutchman Sailor: What of the survivors? Davy Jones: There are no survivors. The chest is no longer safe. Chart a course for Isla Cruces. Get me there first or there'll be the devil to pay. Dutchman Sailor: First? Davy Jones: Who sent that thieving charlatan onto my ship? Who told them of the key? Jack Sparrow. Jack: My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled. Elizabeth: I just thought I'd be married by now. I'm so ready to be married. Jack: You know, Lizzie, I am the captain of a ship. And being the captain of a ship, I could perform a ...marryage right here. Right on this deck. Right...now. Liz: No thank you. Jack: Why not? We’re very much alike, you and I. I and you. Us. Liz:Oh, except for a sense of decency and honour, a moral centre... and personal hygiene Jack: Trifles. You will come around to my way of thinking, I know it. Liz: You seem very certain. Jack: One word, love. Curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day, you won't be able to resist Liz: Why doesn't your compass work? Jack: My compass works fine. Liz: Because you and I are alike. And there will come a moment when you have the chance to show it. To do the right thing Jack: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by Liz: You'll have the chance to do something...something courageous. And when you do you'll discover something. That you're a good man Jack: All evidence to the contrary Liz: Oh, I have faith in you. Want to know why? Jack: Do tell, dearie Liz: Curiosity. You're going to want it. A chance to be admired, and gain the rewards that follow. You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know...what it tastes like... Jack: I do want to know what it tastes like (goes to kiss her) Liz: But, seeing as you're a good man, I know that you would never put me in a position that would compromise my honour (Jack sees the black spot reform on his hand and pulls away) Liz: I'm proud of you Jack Gibbs: Land ho! Jack: I want my jar of dirt! Pintel: You're pulling too fast. Ragetti: You're pulling too slow. We don't want the Kraken to catch us. Pintel: I'm saving me strength for when it comes. And I don't think it's Krack-en, anyway. I always heard it said "kray-kin" Ragetti: What? with a long A? Na-na-na-na-no-no no "Krah-ken"'s how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian, and "Krakken"'s closer to that. Pintel: Well we ain't original Scandinavians, are we? Ragetti: It's a mythological creature, I can calls it what I wants! Jack: [to Pintel and Ragetti] Guard the boat, mind the tide... Don't touch my dirt. [Compass points to Jack] Elizabeth: This doesn't work. And it certainly doesn’t show you what you want most. [sits down. Jack picks up the Compass, it's pointing at Elizabeth] Jack: Yes it does, you’re sitting on it. Elizabeth: Beg pardon? Jack: Move. Pintel: "Mind the tide." Ragetti: [balancing a shovel] I could join the circus! Pintel: Mind if I shine your shoes, sir? Davy Jones: They're here, and I can't step foot on land again for a near decade. Maccus: Ye'll trust us to act in yer stead? Davy Jones: I trust you know what awaits should you fail! Down, than. Maccus: Down,down. [The Dutchman submerges into the sea.] Pintel and Ragetti: Aahh! Elizabeth: It's real! Norrington: You actually were telling the truth. Jack: I do that quite a lot. Yet people are always surprised. Will: And for good reason! Elizabeth: Will! You're all right! Thank God! *Elizabeth runs to kiss him, the other men look around embarrassed* Elizabeth: I came to find you! Jack: How did you get here? Will: Sea turtles mate. A pair of them, strapped to my feet Jack: Not so easy, is it? Will: But I do owe you thanks, Jack. Jack: You do? Will: After you tricked me onto that ship to square your debt with Jones. Elizabeth: What?! Jack: What? Will: I was reunited with my father. Jack: Well, you're welcome then. Elizabeth: Every word you said to me...all of it was a lie! Jack: Pretty much. Time and tide, love. [to Will] Oy. What are you doing? Will: I'm going to kill Jones. Jack: I can't let you do that, William, because if Jones is dead, who's to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? Now if you please... Will: I keep the promises I make, Jack. I intend to free my father. I just hope you're here to see it. Norrington: I can't let you do that either. Jack: I knew you'd warm up to me eventually. Norrington: Lord Beckett desires the contents of that chest. I deliver it, I get my life back. Jack: Ah. The dark side of ambition. Norrington: Oh I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption. Elizabeth: Will! Will: Guard the chest. Elizabeth: No! This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to settle... oh fine! Let's just pull out our swords and start banging away at each other. That will solve everything! I've had it! I've had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked... pirates!!! *throws rocks* Pintel:How'd this go all screwy? Elizabeth: Enough! Ragetti: Well, each wants the chest for hisself, don't 'e? Mr. Norrington, I think, is trying to regain a bit of honor. Old Jack's looking to trade it, save his own skin. And Turner there-I think 'e's trying to settle some unresolved business twixt him and his twice-cursed Pirate father. Elizabeth: This is madness! Pintel: Sad. That chest must be worth more than a shiny penny. Ragetti:Ohh *clicks his tongue* Terrible temptation. Pintel: If we was any kind of decent, we'd remove temptation from their path. *The two pirates take off for the chest.* Elizabeth: Enough! Oh! Oh! The heat! Norrington: [Kicking sand into Will's face] By your leave, Mr. Turner. [Much sworfighting ensues] Will: [After grabbing the key from James] By your leave, Mr. Norrington! Norrington: Do excuse me while I kill the man who ruined my life. Will: Be my guest. Jack: Let us examine that claim, for a moment, from the Commodore, shall we? Who was it, when you had a notorious pirate safely behind bars, saw fit to free said pirate and keep your dearly beloved all to hisself, eh? So who's fault is it really that you've ended up a rum-pot deckhand what takes orders from pirates? Norrington: Enough! Unfortunately, Mr. Turner, he's right! Jack: Still rooting for you, mate. [falls into hole] Oh. Pintel: 'Ello, poppet. Elizabeth: Sword! Pintel: Sword! Ragetti: Sword! Hadras: [head knocked off by Jack] Aya. Inido! Inido! Follow my voice. Follow my voice! To the left...no, no, turn around...no, that's a tree. Jack: Oh shut it. Jack: [with the heart] Jar of dirt! Will: [sees the fighting on the beach] Right! [falls over] Pintel: Come on, Turner! Elizabeth: Will! Jack: Leave him lie! Unless you plan on using him to hit something with. Elizabeth: We're not getting out of this. Norrington: Not with the chest. Elizabeth: You're mad! Norrington: Don't wait for me. [runs away] Jack: Uh, I say we respect his final wish! Pintel, Ragetti: Aye! Hadras: Your bravery is wasted. I shall pry the chest away from your cold, dead hands. Norrington: Here you go! Hadras: Inido? Inido! Pirates. Will: What happened to the chest? Elizabeth: Norrington took it to draw them off. Pintel: You're pulling too hard. Ragetti: You're not pulling hard enough! Gibbs: Where's the commodore? Jack: He fell behind. Gibbs: My prayers be with him. Well, best not wallow in our grief! The important thing is you're back, and you got off free and clear. [the Dutchman appears] Gibbs: Lord on high, deliver us. Jack: I'll handle this mate. Oy, fish-face! Lose something! Congealing-- [falls down the stairs] Everyone: Ooh! Jack: Got it! Come to negotiate, have you, you slimy git? Look what I got! I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, and guess what's inside it? Davy Jones: Enough. Jack: Hard to starboard. Elizabeth: Hard to starboard! Will: Brace up the foreyard! Davy Jones: Send his beloved Pearl back to the depths! Dutchman Sailor: FIRE ALL! *the Dutchman opens fire on the Pearl, shooting holes in it* *Pintel and Ragetti see the Dutchman through the holes* Pintel: She's on us! She's on us! Davy Jones: Let them taste the triple guns. Dutchman Sailor: Aye, sir *the Dutchman fires its triple guns, but the Pearl keeps fleeing. Jack spots the wheel, grabs it from Gibbs, and spins it. * Pintel: Come on, lady, show us what you've got! Elizabeth: She's falling behind! Gibbs: Aye, we've got her! Will: We're the faster? Gibbs: Against the wind, the Dutchman beats us. That's how she takes her prey. But with the with... Will: We rob her advantage. Gibbs: Aye. *On the Dutchman...* Dutchman Sailor: They're out of range! Davy Jones: Break off pursuit, run our lights, and douse canvas-a! Maccus: We're giving up? *Davy Jones smiles. The Dutchman sailors begin cranking up the kraken-hammer* *On the Pearl* Marty: They're giving up! Yeah! *The sailors of he Pearl begin to celebrate. Will walks up to Jack* Will: My father is on that ship. If we can outrun her we can take her. We should turn and fight. Jack: Why fight when you can negotiate? All one needs is the proper leverage. *the kraken grabs the ship, making Jack's precious jar of dirt fall. It smashes. Jack: Aaah! *Jack sprints down the stairs and falls to his knees by the dirt. He begins to dig through it.* Jack: Where is it? Where is the thump-thump? Marty: We must have hit a reef! Will: No. It's not a reef! *grabs Elizabeth* Get away from the rail! Elizabeth: What is it? Will: The kraken. *Jack looks up, horrified* To arms! Gibbs: Defend the masts! Will: It'll attack to starboard! I've seen it before! Run out the guns and hold for my signal! *the sailors spring into action. Jack looks mysteriously off right and takes off. The kraken begins to wind its way up the Pearl. Ragetti sees the tentacle and, terrified, taps Pintel. He points out the window. Pintel looks and sees the tentacle. He looks at Ragetti, horrified. Will: *dropping below deck* Easy boys! Elizabeth (up on deck, watching the tentacles rise): Will? Will: Steady! Steady! Elizabeth (a little more nervous): Will? Will: Hold! Hold! Pintel: I think we've held far long enough! Elizabeth (losing composure): WILL! Will: FIRE! *the Pearl fires and does some painful damage to the kraken, who moans and retreats. The sailors cheer* Will: It'll be back. We have to get off the ship. Elizabeth: There's no boats. *A keg of gunpowder rolls by* Will: (I know this line is wrong): Get all the powder into the cargo hold and put it in the net! *hands Elizabeth a gun* Whatever you do, don't miss. Elizabeth: Soon as you're clear. *The sailors continue to run around.* Sailor: We are short stocked on gunpowder! Six barrels! Gibbs (to Will): There's only six kegs left of powder! Will: Then load the rum! *Silence falls over the Pearl, everyone staring in shock. Gibbs makes the only decision available to him.* Gibbs: Aye, the rum too! *The rum is loaded* Will: Haul away! Gibbs: Heave! Heave like you're being paid for it! *Cut to a wide shot of the Pearl. Jack has taken the sole boat left and is rowing desperately back towards the island. Elizabeth sees him* Elizabeth: *to Cotton* Step to. *to Jack* Oh, you coward! *The ship shakes* Marty: Not good! *the kraken attacks a second time, this time taking out the cannons. The soldiers run around horrified. Away from the Pearl, Jack looks at his foundering ship, then back to the island, then back to the Pearl. He takes out the compass.* *On the Pearl, a sailor is being pulled away* Gibbs: I won't let you go! I gotcha! *the kraken pulls the sailor away* Sailor: Shoot me! *More kraken-death ensues, somehow every time missing Pintel and Ragetti. Suddenly, the kraken grabs the net, trapping Will. He struggles to free himself. Elizabeth aims the rifle* Will: Shoot! Elizabeth, shoot! *as Elizabeth is about to, the kraken grabs her ankle and yanks her away. As she is dragged towards the end of the ship, Ragetti chops off the tentacle, saving her. She goes back for the rifle and another sailor grabs it. The kraken grabs him and he drops the rifle. Elizabeth runs to it, and a boot lands on it. She looks up, and we see Jack Sparrow with the sun behind him and some really cool music that isn't on the soundtrack plays. He picks up the rifle and Elizabeth grabs his leg. He aims. Will frees himself and falls to the deck. The kraken slowly wraps around the barrels and Jack fires. The bullet hits the barrels and explodes, very very painfully doing damage to the kraken. The kraken retreats and the sailors begin to re-emerge.* Marty: Did we kill it? Gibbs: No. We just made it angry. We're not out of this yet. Captain! Orders? Jack: Abandon ship. Into the long boat Gibbs: Jack. The Pearl! Jack: She's only a ship mate. Elizabeth: He's right. We have to head for land. Pintel: That's a lot of open water Ragetti: That's a lot of water Will: We have to try. We can get away while it takes down the Pearl. Gibbs: Abandon ship. Abandon ship of abandon hope. Elizabeth: Thank you, Jack. Jack: We're not free yet, luv. Elizabeth: You came back. I always knew you were a good man. *Kisses Jack* Gibbs: Prepare to cast off, there's no time to lose! Come on, Will, step to! CLICK *Elizabeth shackles Jack to the mast* Elizabeth: It's after you, not the ship. It's not us. This is the only way, don't you see?... I'm not sorry. Jack: Pirate. *Elizabeth goes to row boat, leaving Jack chained to the mast* Will: Where's Jack? Elizabeth: He elected to stay behind to give us a chance. Go! Jack: Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger! *smashes lantern* Jack: Come on! Kraken: Roooooaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Jack: Not so bad. *sees his hat* Ah! *puts on his hat* Jack: Hello beastie. Davy Jones: Jack Sparrow. Our debt is settled. Palifico: Captain goes down with his ship. Maccus: Turns out not even Jack Sparrow can best the devil. Davy Jones: Open the chest. Open the chest, I need to see it! *The chest is brought, and Jones opens it. It is empty* Davy Jones: Damn you, Jack Sparrow!!!! *Beckett is sitting at his desk, looking troubled. Mercer comes in* Mercer: The last of our ships has returned. Beckett: Is there any news on the chest? Mercer: No. But one of them picked up a man adrift at sea. He had these. *shows the letters of marque. Beckett takes them* Norrington: I took the liberty of filling in my name. Beckett: If you intend to claim these you must have something to trade. Do you have the compass? Norrington: B |
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| KrissXed | Aug 1 2006, 11:43 PM Post #2 |
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| pirategirl0306 | Aug 2 2006, 04:26 AM Post #3 |
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 Thanks Kriss. But you know, all I did was organize it. You guys all helped to make it the success it is. And I'd like to thank my family and the Academy and...whoa, let's not get carried away!  Anyway, good work everyone! And thanks again, Kriss. |
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| Elven | Aug 2 2006, 07:17 AM Post #4 |
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Thanks PG! I was planning to do this this weekend, but you've done a great job sifting through everything on the Quotes thread to put this together. I'm going to fill in some blanks on the Quotes thread. Thanks again! |
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| Admin | Aug 2 2006, 12:23 PM Post #5 |
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Wow! Brilliant job, PG! And yes, this is the official Parley version of the script. As good as the other one may be, it's always best to have your own, rather than having to resort to an external site; I don't care to get my computer virus-invested again, what the site with the COTBP script was responsible for. <_<
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| Loonielass | Aug 2 2006, 02:14 PM Post #6 |
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wow PG I would so have ran out of patients half way through that! Great job Quine! |
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| mttomb | Aug 2 2006, 06:09 PM Post #7 |
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It's awesome, PG, truely awesome.  You are one dedicated girl! 
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| pirategirl0306 | Aug 2 2006, 11:14 PM Post #8 |
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Obsessed is probably the more appropriate word, but thanks!
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| AlvildaBonneyOMalley | Aug 3 2006, 08:48 PM Post #9 |
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Great Job PG! Some new quotes have been added to the DMC quote thread. Also I recorrected the Bootstrap and Jack line on page 7. I read somewhere I think wikipedia(hope I spelt that right) that one of the sailors that fight over Jack's hat. One of them is speaking Turkish the other Greek. I found it.
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| pirategirl0306 | Aug 4 2006, 04:27 PM Post #10 |
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Thanks ABOM! I think that's the best we're going to get on those sailors for now. Maybe I'll add in the "English translation" of their conversation. |
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| Choccie | Aug 4 2006, 05:14 PM Post #11 |
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Obsessed is a word to describe the dedicated, PG!!! Hahaha, that's my motto, at least! Nice work, PG!! 
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| pirategirl0306 | Aug 26 2006, 04:29 AM Post #12 |
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Yay! We've finished it! Great work, everyone. Silly me, I didn't think about the fact that we might exceed the number of characters allowed in one post, so I had to cut down some people's explanations of the action and a few other things. All the lines are in there, though. I'm so proud of you guys.
 I must say, though, no one has yet noticed (or at least mentioned) my little Parley inside joke hidden in the script.  (Except you, Wesley, and don't tell! <_< ) |
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| Elven | Aug 27 2006, 05:06 AM Post #13 |
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I found it. PG, that's going to mislead some people who haven't head it before. Don't worry, I'm not telling! |
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| pirategirl0306 | Aug 27 2006, 05:28 AM Post #14 |
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Good point, Elven. I fixed it, though. You're allowed to tell if you want. I just didn't want my little brother to spoil it for everybody beforehand. (Little brothers do that sometimes. :rolleyes: ) |
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| ID4EVER | Sep 6 2006, 12:38 AM Post #15 |
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What about the easter egg scene at the end? |
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