PIRATES OF THE
CARIBBEAN
DEAD MAN’S CHEST
SCRIPT – DIALOGUE
TRANSCRIPTION
Director: Gore
Verbinski
Screenplay by Terry Rossio and Ted Elliott
With:
Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Geoffrey Rush, Keira Knightley, Jack
Davenport, Jonathan Pryce
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Scene 1: (The interrupted wedding and the
arrests)
[Port Royal – It’s raining and the
wedding reception area is deserted except for the bride,
Elizabeth, sitting on her haunches facing the ocean, bouquet of
lowers in her hands, hair and dress soaking; ships with the East
India Trading Company insignia on their flags anchor in the bay,
long boats sail ashore; on one there is a horse and rider; the
soldiers swarm the smithy and Elizabeth rushes off as she must
have been just told of the soldiers]
Elizabeth: [Will is in irons, surrounded
by East India Trading Company soldiers] Will. Why is this
happening?
Will: I don’t know. [pause] You look
beautiful.
Elizabeth: I think it’s bad luck for the
groom to see the bride before the wedding.
Governor Swann: Make way. Let me through!
[pushes past the soldiers towards the couple, is barred by
crossed spears] How dare you! Stand your men down at once! Do
you hear me?
Beckett: [a soldier helps him take off
his coat] Governor WeatherbySwann, it’s been too long.
Governor Swann: Cutler Beckett?
Beckett: It’s Lord now. Actually.
Governor Swann: [the spears are
uncrossed, he makes his way towardsBeckett] Lord or not, you
have no reason and no authority to arrest this man. [motions to
Will]
Beckett: In fact, I do. Mr. Mercer?
[Mercer brings a wooden box toBeckett]
Beckett: [takes out a paper] The warrant
for the arrest of one William Turner. [hands it over to Governor
Swann]
Governor Swann: [looks at it, looks
again] This warrant is for ElizabethSwann!
Beckett: Oh, is it? That’s annoying, my
mistake… [takes paper back] Arrest her.
Elizabeth: [soldiers grab her] On what
charges?!
Will: [Will moves to stop them] No!
Beckett: Aha, here’s the one for William
Turner. [hands another other paper over; Governor Swann looks at
it in disbelief] And I have another one for a Mr. James
Norrington. Is he present?
Elizabeth: What are the charges?
Governor Swann: Commodore Norrington
resigned his commission some months ago.
Beckett: I don’t believe that was 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 Swann: The charge… is conspiring
to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and
Empire and condemned to death for which the… [the Governor
breaks off]
Beckett: For which the punishment,
regrettably, is also death. [he steps up to Will] Perhaps you
remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.
Will and Elizabeth: [chorus forcefully]
Captain!
Elizabeth: Captain Jack Sparrow.
Beckett: Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I
thought you might.
Scene 2: (Jack’s 2nd spectacular entrance
and a drawing of a key)
[on the Peal] Gibbs: 50 men on a dead
man’s chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil
had done (??) for rest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Ha ha ha
ha ha! [drinks from the bottle in his had; an ominous gong
sounds and a pack of crows flies overhead]
[Pirate prison – a whimpering and
screaming prisoner is dragged inside, his ankles rubbed raw from
manacles; a crow plucks an eye from another who is hanging in an
iron cage; the doors close; on the crag nearby, surf breaking on
the rocks below, mean are throwing coffins into the waves; we
follow a particular one as it floats away; a crow settles on the
lid and starts pecking at it until it is blown away by a pistol
shot that comes from inside the coffin; a hand holding a pistol
emerges and swings around in case anyone else should be about
before retreating; Jack sparrow breaks through the flimsy wood,
re-shapes his favorite hat, and puts it on his head]
Jack: [he looks around before reaching
back into the coffin] Sorry, mate. [with a crack, he breaks off
a skeleton’s leg and uses it as a paddle] Do you mind if we make
a little side trip? I didn’t think so.
Gibbs: [helps Jack up on board and gets
the skeleton leg in return] Not quite according to plan.
Jack: Complications arose, ensued, were
overcome. [walks towards the helm]
Gibbs: [hands the leg to Cotton standing
next to him and follows Jack] You got what you went in for,
then?
Jack: Muhuh. [waves around a rolled up
piece of cloth and is met by a disgruntled looking Crew]
Gibbs: Captain, I think the Crew –
meaning me, as well – were expecting something a bit more… [he
shakes his hands at chest level as if visualizing] shiny. What
with the Isla de Muerta going all pear-shapes, reclaimed by the
sea and the treasure with it.
Pirate #1: And the Royal Navy chasing us
all around the Atlantic.
Marty: And the hurricane! [everyone voice
agreement]
Gibbs: All in all, it seems some time
since we did a speck of honest pirating.
Jack: Shiny?
Gibbs: Aye, shiny.
Jack: Is that how you’re all feeling,
then? Perhaps dear ol’ Jack is not serving your best interests
as Captain?
Cotton’s parrot: Awk, walk the plank.
[Cotton puts a hand over it’s beak before it continue]
Jack: [cocks his pistol and aims it at
the parrot] What did the bird say?!
Pirate #1: Do not blame the bird. Show
us, what is on that piece of cloth there. [everyone looks
pointedly at the roll of cloth in Jack’s hand before the moment
is broken by Barbossa’s undead monkey dropping down in front of
Jack and taking the cloth; it manages to run a bit before
Jackshoots it and it drops the cloth]
Gibbs: You know that don’t do no
good.
Jack: It does me.
Marty: [picks up the unrolled cloth] It’s
a key.
Jack: [takes it from him] No, much more
better! It is a drawing of a key. [unfolds it and shows it to
the Crew; everyone stares in silence and Jackseems disconcerted]
Gentlemen, what do keys do?
Pirate #1: Keys… unlock things?
Gibbs: And whatever this key unlocks,
inside there’s something valuable. So, we’re setting out to find
whatever this key unlocks!
Jack: No. [Gibbs looks confused] 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.
[Gibbs looks even more baffled] Any more questions?
Marty: So… Do we have a heading?
Jack: Ah! [goes for his compass] A
heading. Set sail in a… [the compass needle swings this way and
that without stopping and Jack’s finger follows it] general…
[picks a random direction] that way direction!
Gibbs: Captain?
Jack: Come on. Snap to and make sail, you
know how this works. Oi, oi! [shoos pirates out of his way as he
walks to his cabin]
Marty: I’ve notice lately, the Captain
seem to be acting a bit strange…er. [shrugs]
Gibbs: Setting sail without knowing his
own heading, something’s gotJack vexed. You mark my words, what
bodes ill for Jack Sparrow, bodes ill for us all.
Scene 3: (Negotiations and time’s up)
[back in Port Royal a map is being
painted; Will is led into Beckett’s office still shackled]
Soldier: Lord Beckett, the prisoner as
ordered, sir.
Beckett: Those won’t be necessary.
[points out the chains, the soldier nods, and undoes the chains;
Beckett pours them drinks] The East India Trading Company has
need of your services. [hands Will a drink and puts it down when
Will does not take it] We wish for you to act as our agent in a
business transaction with our mutual friend – Captain
Sparrow.
Will: More acquaintance than friend. How
do you know him?
Beckett: We’ve had dealings in the past.
[holds up a red-hot ‘P’ brand] And we’ve each left our mark on
the other.
Will: What mark did he leave on you?
Beckett: [ignores the question and places
the brand back in the fireplace] 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. [opens his wooden box
with the East India Trading Company insignia and removes a
leather case and takes out a few sheaves of paper] 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: [scoffs softly] Freedom. [puts
the papers away and walks out onto the balcony; Will follows]
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
fiancée 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?
[Will shows recognition on his face] Ah, you know it. Bring back
that compass, or there’s no deal. [Beckett walks away]
[on The Black Pearl Jack is trying to
chart the map, the pirate brand clearly visible; he taps the
compass trying to get it to show a heading, but it refuses to
cooperate]
Jack: [picks up a rum bottle, turns it
upside down, but it is empty] Why is the rum always gone? [he
gets up and is wobbly on his feet] Oh… that’s why. [puts on his
hat and heads to the stores, passing through the Crewquarters;
the Crew is asleep and snoring] As you were, gents. [the stores
look empty until Jack spots one more bottle, unfortunately it is
filled with what looks like sand]
Bootstrap: Time’s run out, Jack.
Jack: [drops the bottle and moves closer,
his lantern lighting the way]Bootstrap. Bill Turner?
Bootstrap: [emerges from the shadows,
barnacles covering his body and sea water spilling from his
mouth] You look good, Jack.
Jack: [stares at him] Is this a
dream?
Bootstrap: No.
Jack: I thought not, if it were, there’d
be rum. [Bootstrap stretches out his arm with a creak, there’s a
bottle of rum in his hand; Jack takes it with some
difficulty]
Bootstrap: You got the Pearl back, I
see.
Jack: I had some help retrieving the
Pearl, by the way. Your son.
Bootstrap: William? Ended up pirate after
all.
Jack: And to what do I owe the pleasure
of your carbuncle?
Bootstrap: He sent me. Davy Jones.
Jack: Ah. So it’s you, then. He
shanghaied you into service, eh?
Bootstrap: I chose it. I’m sorry for the
part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack. [a little crab
escapes from his sleeve, he grabs it and eats it] I stood up for
ya. Everything went wrong after that. They strapped me to a
cannon, 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 that even 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 you’ve been Captain.
Jack: Technically, I –
Bootstrap: Jack. Won’t be able to talk
yourself out of this. The terms would apply to me, apply to you,
as well. One soul, bound to Crew a hundred years upon his
ship.
Jack: Yes, but The Flying Dutchman
already has a Captain, so there’s really –
Bootstrap: Then it’s the Locker for you!
Though this is terrible, the leviathan Will find you and drag
the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it.
Jack: Any idea when Jones might release
said terrible beastie?
Bootstrap: I already told you, Jack. The
time is up. [puts something inJack’s hand] It comes now. Drawn
with ravenous hunger for the man what bears the black spot.
[Jack opens his hand and a black spot spreads out on the palm of
the hand that Bootstrap touched]
Jack: [slightly panicked, Jack rushes out
to the Crew quarters] On deck all hands! Make faster—gasket! On
deck! Scurry! Scurry on! Move it! Move it!! I want movement!
[there is chaos below decks]
Gibbs: [trying to pull his clothes on]
Mr. Skinner, pick it up! (??)
Jack: [runs up on deck] I want a—- (??),
plenty running. Run as if the devil himself and itself was upon
us! [wraps his marked hand with a strip of cloth]
Gibbs: Do we have a heading?
Jack: [doesn’t see Gibbs] Ah! Rum! Land.
[Gibbs walks away and then pops up on another side of the stairs
under which Jack is trying to hide] Ah!
Gibbs: Which port?
Jack: I didn’t say port. I said land, any
land. [the undead monkey climbs by and knocks off Jack’s hat]
Ah! [they hiss at each other]
Gibbs: Jack’s hat! Steer about!
Jack: No, no, leave it. [everyone looks
at him funny] Rum. [he hurries away]
Gibbs: Back to your stations, the lot of
ya! [spots Jack under the stairs again] Jack?
Jack: Shh!
Gibbs: For the love of Mother and Child,
Jack, what’s coming after us?
Jack: Nothing.
[we see Jack’s hat floating on the sea, a
foreign Sailor on another ship spots it and fishes it out; he
puts it on and pretends to salute, another walks up and demands
it from him and puts the hat on his own head; they stop
bickering when they hear an ominous groaning underneath; the one
in possession of the hat frantically tries to give it to the one
who had found it, but he doesn’t want it anymore; with a crack
and a splash, the ship is crushed and taken underwater]
Scene 4: (The search for Jack proves
somewhat successful)
[in Port Royal, Will is getting ready to
leave and goes to see Elizabethbefore he does]
Prison guard: You’re not… you can’t be
here. [tries to stop Will from going to Elizabeth]
Governor Swann: I think you’ll find he
can.
Prison guard: Mr. Swann.
Governor Swann: Governor Swann, still. Do
you think I wear this wig to keep my head warm?
Elizabeth: [talking through the bars]
Jack’s compass? What doesBeckett want with that?
Will: Doesn’t matter. I’m to find Jack
and convince him to return to Port Royal and in exchange the
charges against us Will be dropped.
Governor Swann: No, we must find our own
avenue to secure your freedom.
Will: Is that a lack of faith in Jack… or
in me?
Governor Swann: You would risk your life
to save Sparrow’s does not mean that he would do the same for
anyone else. Now, where’s that dog with the keys? [looks around
for the dog and whistles]
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. And then I intend to
return here to marry you.
Elizabeth: Properly?
Will: With your leave, if you’ll still
have me.
Elizabeth: If it weren’t for these bars,
I’d have you already. [GovernorSwann breaks off a piece of a
wall sconce, looks around and drops it in a dark corner] I’ll
wait for you.
Will: Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
[is so close he can kiss her, but tears himself away and leaves
quickly]
[Will is looking for Jack everywhere and
no one can tell him where he is]
Sailor #1: Captain Jack Sparrow? Hadn’t
been thought about, heard he was dead.
Sailor #2: Singapore, that’s what I
heard. Drunk, with a smile. Sure as a tide, Jack Sparrow, turned
up in Singapore.
Giselle: Jack Sparrow?
Scarlett: I haven’t seen him in a
month.
Giselle: When you find him, you give ‘im
a message. [slaps Will]
Sailor #3: Can’t say about Jack Sparrow,
but this island just south of the straits where I trade spice
for… delicious, long pork. Cannot say aboutJack. But you’ll find
that ship there. A ship with black sails.
[on board a ship taking Will to the Black
Pearl beached on an island]
Captain: My brother Will take you
ashore.
Will: [the Sailor stops rowing their
boat] What’s wrong, the beach is right there?
Sailor: Ne bougeais pas, c’set beaucoup
trop dangereaux.
Will: What?
Sailor: Je ne pois, c’est trop
dangereaux, j’avais le dit. [Will makes ready to dive] Bon
voyage, monsieur. [Will dives and swims the rest of the way]
Will: [walks ashore next to the Peal]
Jack! Jack Sparrow! Marty! Cotton! Anybody? [he sees no one and
makes his way into the jungle, spotsCotton’s parrot] Ah, a
familiar face.
Cotton’s parrot: Awk, don’t eat me!
Will: [looks confused] I’m not going to
eat you.
Cotton’s parrot: Don’t eat me. Don’t eat
me. Awk!
Will: [walks on, spots Gibbs' canteen
hanging] Gibbs. [follows the rope that had been tied to it and
is captured by the cannibals; hanging upside down by one foot he
swings his sword around] Come on! Let’s go! Come on, who wants
it?! I can do this all day! [the cannibals look at each other
then one shoots a poisoned dart at the wildly swinging Will; it
hits his neck and he is knocked out, sword dropping from his
hand; he is shown being carried tied like a side of meat on a
roasting stick to their village]
Cannibal #1: [addressing the chief] Kali
kali ten dah dah.
Will: [wakes up and sees their chief]
Jack? Jack Sparrow. I can honestly say I’m glad to see you.
[Jack rises and pokes his shoulder] Jack, it’s me,Will
Turner!
Jack: [addressing the cannibal] Pah se
ko?
Cannibals: Teen dada, eeseetis. [everyone
agrees] Eeseetis.
Will: Tell them to let me down.
Jack: [to Will] Kele lam. Nom piki piki,
nom minsi winsi. [approachesWill’s backside] Lam seisei,
eunichi. Snip snip. [mimes scissors]
Cannibals: [the cannibals all ‘aah’ with
understanding] Eunichi.
Will: [spots Jack’s compass] Jack, the
compass, it’s all I need. Elizabethis in danger. We were
arrested for trying to help you. She faces the gallows!
Jack: [stands a moment thinking, then
approaches the cannibals] Seiserom shup shup sha smame mame
shuku, savvy? Maliki liki. [wavesWill away]
Cannibals: [started up by one, taken up
by all] Maliki liki! Maliki liki!
Jack: [whispers to Will before Will is
carried off with a chant of ‘boom shoukoo’] Save me.
Will: Jack, what did you tell them? No!
What about Elizabeth? Jaaack!
Scene 5: (The escape, more negotiations
and salvaging)
[in the Port Royal jail we hear the
prisoners whistling and calling ‘good boy, closer’ to what
should be a dog, once the camera pans, we see that it’sElizabeth
they’re beckoning to]
Governor Swann: [a guard unlocks her
cell] Come quickly.
Prisoner: Where are ye goin’?
Elizabeth: [they leave the jail] You’ve
got to tell me what’s happening.
Governor Swann: I may still have some
standing in the keep. I’ve arranged passage to England. The
Captain is a friend of mine.
Elizabeth: [outraged] No! Will’s gone to
find Jack!
Governor Swann: We cannot count on
William Turner. Come! [drags her by the arm]
Elizabeth: He’s a better man than you
give him credit for.
Governor Swann: Of course, this is no
time for innocence. Beckett has offered one pardon only. One!
And that is promised to Jack Sparrow. Even if Will succeeds…
you’re not asking me to endure the sight of my daughter walking
to the gallows. Do not. [leads her into a carriage] Perhaps, I
can ensure a fair trial for Will, if he returns.
Elizabeth: A fair trial for Will ends in
a hanging.
Governor Swann: Then there is nothing
left for you here. [closes the door and drives the carriage to
the dock; to Elizabeth] Wait inside. [makes his way towards the
ship at anchor] Captain? [spots the Captainwith his back to him]
Captain! [the Captain was impaled on Mr.Mercer’s sword and once
the sword is taken out, drops to the ground: dead] Oh…!
Mercer: Evening, Gov’ner. [wipes the
blade of his sword clean of blood] Shame, huh? [indicates the
dead body] He was carrying this [he’s holding a leather case]
It’s a letter to the King. It’s from you.
Governor Swann: Ah… [nervously turns back
to the carriage to try to save Elizabeth, but more soldiers run
up] Elizabeth. Oh! [he is stopped by a soldier before he can get
near the carriage] What are you doing?!
Mercer: [opens the carriage but there is
no one inside] Where is she?
Governor Swann: Who? [Swann is swung
around until his back is pressed against the carriage; it looks
like they want to beat the answer out of him]
[Beckett’s rooms – Beckett enters the
study and notices that the chest carrying the pardon papers has
been disturbed, opens it and sees the pardon letter gone]
Beckett: No doubt you’ve discovered that
loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm as your father
believes.
Elizabeth: [steps out of the shadows at
his back] Then what is?
Beckett: I’m afraid currency is the
currency of the realm.
Elizabeth: I expect then that we can come
to some sort of understanding. I’m here to negotiate. [they
slowly approach one another]
Beckett: I’m listening. [Elizabeth swings
out a pistol, cocks it and points it at his forehead] I’m
listening intently.
Elizabeth: [holds up the pardon papers]
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 get you the compass and buy 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. [she keeps leaning further in as she speaks and
Beckett keeps leaning away]
Beckett: Aah, I see. You think the
compass leads only to the Isla de Muerta and so you hope to save
me from an evil fate. But you mustn’t worry. [walks towards the
large map of the world on the wall] I care not for cursed Aztec
gold, my desires are not so provincial. There’s more than one
chest of value in these waters. So perhaps you may wish to
enhance your offer.
Elizabeth: [puts the muzzle of the pistol
under Beckett’s chin and cocks it once more] Consider it in your
calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night. [presses
the papers to Beckett’s chest roughly]
Beckett: So I did. [takes the papers and
unfolds them, signs the letter] A marriage interrupted. [melts
the end of a stick of wax in a candle’s flame] Or fate
intervenes. [stamps the wax with his signet ring] You’re making
great efforts to ensure Jack Sparrow’s freedom.
Elizabeth: These are not going to
Jack.
Beckett: Oh, really. To insure Mr.
Turner’s freedom? I’ll still want that compass. Consider that in
your calculations. [Elizabeth snatches the papers out of his
hand and walks cautiously at first, then runs out of the
room]
[somewhere on the sea, Ragetti and Pintel
are in a little rowboat,Ragetti has a book open and is flipping
the pages, his good eye to the small print, while Pintel is
doing the rowing]
Ragetti: Well, I say it was divine
providence what escaped us from jail.
Pintel: And I’ll say, it was me being
clever. [the dog with the keys pops up behind him] Ain’t that
right, poochy?
Ragetti: Well, how d’you know it weren’t
divine providence what inspired you to be clever. Anyways, I’m
no’ stealing no ship.
Pintel: It ain’t stealing, it’s
salvaging. And since when did you care?
Ragetti: Since we’re not immortal no
more. We’ve got to take care of our immortal souls. [points
finger at the open page]
Pintel: You know you can’t read.
Ragetti: It’s the Bible, you get credit
for trying.
Pintel: Pretending to read the Bible’s a
laugh! That’s a mark against the… [points up into the sky; dog
barks and they turn to see what the fuss is about] Look. [they
see the Pearl is beached on the island] There it is. [the dog
jumps off the boat and makes for the beach]
Ragetti: It’s gonna swim?
Pintel: Must’ve seen a catfish. [raises
an eyebrow and chuckles, Ragetticatches on and laughs with
him]
Ragetti: [shouts to the dog who’s already
on the beach] Stupid mongrel! [they row closer and a wave
overturns their boat]
Pintel: Come on! [they approach the ship
cackling with glee] It’s ours for the taking!
Ragetti: Tide’s coming in, that should
help. Salvaging is saving, in a manner of speaking.
Pintel: There’s the truth of it! [they
run up to the ropes holding the ship in place, but stop, looking
to the mountain where deep drums sound]
Ragetti: Suppose we’d better save it as
soon as we can. What with us in such a vulnerable state,
y’know?
Pintel: [crosses himself twice] Amen to
that. [they scramble up the ropes]
Scene 6: (The interrupted feast and the
escape from the cannibals)
[the cannibals are getting ready for a
ritual, drumming rhythmically]
Jack: [two natives attach a necklace of
severed human toes and fingers toJack’s neck] Thank you. [picks
out a toe, studies it, bites off the tip of the nail, chews a
little and spits it back out]
Will: [hanging in cages suspended in the
air between two cliffs] Why would he do this to us? If Jack is
the chief –
Gibbs: Aye. The Pelegostos have made Jack
their chief. But he only remains chief as long as he acts like a
chief.
Will: So he had no choice. He’s a captive
there as much as the rest of us.
Gibbs: Worse, as it turns out. You see,
the Pelegostos believe that Jack is a god in human form. And
they intend to do ‘im the honor of releasing him from his fleshy
prison. [Cotton grabs Gibbs' right hand bites it, Gibbssnatches
it away] They’ll roast him and eat him.
Will: Where’s the rest of the Crew?
Gibbs: These cages we’re in weren’t built
‘till after we got here. [Willsnatches his hand away from the
cage in alarm] 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 then, can we?
[at the feast] Jack: [when it looks like
the cannibals have finished building a “pyre”] No! No no. Oi, no
no! More wood. Big fire. Big fire! I am chief, want big fire!
C’mon then. Oi [motions to the one behind his throne] Maboogey
snickle snickle. Toute suite. C’mon. [shoos the native away]
More wood. [smiles as he see them pile on big logs; when they
turn around, he’s gone; Jack runs across a rickety bridge, past
some huts and almost falls off a cliff; goes back to the camp,
picks up a long bamboo stick, smiles, then looses the smile and
drops it; goes into one hut which is filled with what looks like
items stolen by the pirates; finds a length of rope and then
picks up a can of paprika, on the bottom of which there is an
East India Trading Company logo; he steps out of the hut and
finds his subjects waiting for him outside] Oh, bugger. [drops
the rope and with a flourish uncaps the paprika, sprinkling it
under his arms] A little seasoning, aye? [throws the can away
and smells himself faintly]
Jack: [is tied for the roasting and
hoisted over the kindling; a few more branches are added at the
last minute] Well done.
[in the cages, the Crew is swinging the
cages, trying to reach the side of the cliff, but not quite
making it the first time and almost making it the second if the
grass had not torn off in their hands; after several tries, they
manage to latch onto stronger vines]
Gibbs: Put your legs through! Start the
climb!
Will: [climbing the vine] Come on men,
it’ll take all of us to Crew the Black Pearl!
Pirate #1: Actually, you wouldn’t need
everyone. About six would do. [the two groups exchange a tense
look] Oooh, dear.
Will: [looks to Gibbs who nods in a
agreement] Hurry! [they try to outdo each other in the
climb]
Marty: Heave! Is that all you’ve got?
Will: [a young native passes on the
bridge to their left; Will spots him first] Stop, stop.
[whispers forcefully to the ones in the other cage] Stop! [they
stop]
Pirate #1: Shh. [motions for the Crew to
continue and they move on]
Will: Stop. [he is ignored]
Pirate #1: [grabs a poisonous snake
instead of the vine] Snake! Aaaaaa! [everyone let’s go and they
fall back, the rope holding the cage over the ravine breaks and
they tumble down, screaming all the way; the commotions draws
the attention of the young native]
Will: Move!
[at the feast] Cannibal: [runs in with a
torch in hand] Aii, fai fai! [lowers a torch in order to light
the fire under Jack but the one who saw the prisoners escaping
interrupts]
Young Cannibal: La esta so, la pelesa so.
Eva kaka seisei. [everyone pauses and stands around in
confusion]
Jack: Well, go on, go get them!
Helalla!
Cannibals: Helalla! [the one holding the
torch drops it next to the kindling and they all run off] No no,
oi! No no. Not good. [starts blowing on the spreading embers,
but the kindling lights up anyway so he blows faster]
[Will and the Crew get the cage to the
top of the cliff]
Will: Pull it loose, find a rock!
[Jack is still on the spit, he’s
practically jumping, the bamboo stick jumping with him until he
manages to dislodge it and lands next to the fire; he breaks the
rope binding his legs and runs off with the stick still tied to
him]
[the cannibals reach the cage before the
Crew had managed to break it]
Will: Roll the cage! [they roll off, the
cannibals running after them; roll up and tree and crash to the
ground] Lift the cage!
The Crew: Hurry!
Gibbs: Lift it high like a lady’s skirt.
[they lift it and run, holding it up like a skirt; the cannibals
are still behind them]
[while the Crew is running from the
cannibals, Jack is running across the plank bridge, hunched over
because of the pole; runs back to the huts and frees his hands,
but the ropes refuse to loosen and the stick stays on his back;
he spots a native child who is holding a knife and fork; sidles
up to him and grabs the knife, ready to cut the ropes; that’s
when he sees the two women staring at him; he screams and
charges them, they step aside and he runs pole-first into a pile
of coconuts, one of which gets stuck to the tip; he gets a
bright idea and launches it at one of them; she stops the
coconut from hitting her face without difficulty]
[the Crew is still running from the
cannibals, they fall into a crag and down into water where the
cage breaks by itself]
Gibbs: This way lads. [they swim for
cover, arrows and spears flying down on them]
[meanwhile, Jack is being attacked by
various fruits which he blocks with his arms and then they end
up being strung onto both ends of the bamboo stick; finally
Jack’s had enough]
Jack: Stop it! [the two women stop and
stare, there are fruit neatly strung on each end of the
pole]
[the Crew hides as the cannibals continue
their pursuit; the child from the little village runs up] Child:
Manka! Ma estoto. Ma estoto. [points in the direction of the
village; everyone rushes off]
[Jack, with a yell, runs for the cliff,
the front end of the pole lodges in the ground and he flips to
the other side, landing upright just on the edge; the position
makes the fruit slide down and they overbalance him; he falls,
the rope untangling, his foot caught in a loop on its end]
Native Woman #1: Anifi.
Native Woman #2: Aboogey.
Jack: [the stick starts dislodging, and
he’s till handing upside down, dangling by one foot] Bugger. [he
falls and over half a dozen plank bridges slow his fall as he
breaks through each one, screaming all the way] Ooh. [breaks
through another bridge] Ah. [he finally lands on the ground, the
pole thudding very down into the earth very close to his head,
the fruits not far behind]
[the Crew finally make it out to the
Pearl]
Pintel: [a rope in his hands, standing in
the surf] Pull loose the mooring line. The mooring line!
Ragetti: [on deck, the monkey’s gets his
wooden eye as he’s crawling after it] Hey! Little hairy thing.
Give it back! [the monkey puts the eye in it’s mouth] Don’t bite
it!
Pintel: Pull loose the mooring line!
[Jack’s Crew comes up behind him]
Ragetti: [points to his empty eye socket]
It’s got me eye. It won’t give it back.
Pintel: Well, how’d you get it back last
time?
Gibbs: [thumps Pintel on the back]
Excellent! Our work’s half done!
Pintel: We done it for you! Knew you’d be
coming back for it.
Gibbs: Make ready to sail, boys!
Will: What about Jack? I won’t leave
without him.
Jack: Oi! [he rounds a corner of the
island, the cannibals soon follow]
Will: Time to go.
Gibbs: Cast off those lines!
Ragetti: Make ready to cast off!
Jack: Oi! [runs past the prison dog] Good
doggy. [swims out to the Pearl and clings to a net] Alas, my
children, this is the day you shall always remember as the day
that you almost – [a wave splashes him from head to toe; he
continues half-heartedly] – Captain Jack Sparrow.
[the cannibals are lamenting the loss of
their meal when the finally hear the dog barking; they turn to
it and once it realizes the danger, runs; they run after it]
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 as so far as we keep to the shallows as much as
possible. [Pintel and Ragetti drape Jack’s coat on his
shoulders; Pintel salutes when Jack glances at him]
Gibbs: Now, that seems a bit
contradictory, Captain.
Jack: I have every faith in your
reconciliatory navigational skills, MasterGibbs. Now, where is
that monkey? I want to shoot something. [as on cue, Ragetti’s
wooden eye drops in front of them; Ragetti is happy to have it
back]
Will: Jack.
Jack: Ah.
Will: Elizabeth is in danger.
Jack: [moves off, keeping an eye on the
monkey] Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her.
Maybe just lock her up somewhere?
Will: [follows him] 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: [snatches a sword off a nearby
pirate and brings it to Jack’s throat] I need that compass of
yours, Jack. I must trade it for her freedom.
Jack: [moves the sword away] Mr.
Gibbs?
Gibbs: Captain?
Jack: We have a need to travel
upriver.
Gibbs: By need, do you, mean a trifling
need, fleeting, as in, say, a passing fancy?
Jack: No, a resolute and unyielding need.
[Gibbs looks worried]
Will: What we need to do is make sail for
Port Royal with all haste.
Jack: William… I shall trade you the
compass, if you Will help me… [takes the drawing of a key out of
his pocket] to find this.
Will: You want me to find this.
[indicates the key on the drawing]
Jack: No. You want you to find this.
Because the finding of this, finds you incapacitorially finding
and/or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to
save your dolly belle ol’ what’s her face. Savvy?
Will: [takes the cloth] This is going to
save Elizabeth.
Jack: How much do you know about Davy
Jones?
Will: Not much.
Jack: Yeah, it’s going to save
Elizabeth.
Scene 7: (The stowaway and visiting Tia
Dalma)
[on a random ship leaving Port Royal – a
Sailor finds Elizabeth’s discarded wedding dress stashed on the
side; two Sailors end up bickering over it]
Captain: What’s all this? If you both
fancy the dress, you’ll just have to share and wear it one after
the other. [the Crew laughs]
Sailor #1: It’s not like that, sir. This
ship is haunted.
Captain: Is it now? [addressing the other
one] You?
Sailor #2: There is a female presence
amongst us here, sir. All the men, they can feel it. [the Crew
agrees]
Sailor #3: Belongs to a lady widowed
before her marriage, I figure it. Searching for her husband lost
the sea.
Sailor #4: Virgin, too, likely as not.
[Elizabeth is shown, lacquering the ship’s railing] And that
bodes ill by all accounts.
Sailor #1: I say that we throw the dress
overboard and we hope the spirit follows it.
Sailor #2: No! That Will just anger this
spirit, sir. What we need to do is to find out what the spirit
needs and then just get it back to her – [they start bickering
over the dress again]
Captain: Enough! Enough! You’re a pair of
superstitious goats and it’s got the best of ye. [snatches the
dress from them] Now this appears to be as no more that we have
a stowaway on board. A young woman, by the look of it. I want
you to search the ship and find her. Oh, and, eh, she’s probably
naked. [everyone perks up and starts looking for her; Elizabeth
joins the search]
[the Black Pearl is anchored and two
boats go upriver into an overgrown, gloomy swamp]
Will: Why is Jack afraid of the open
ocean?
Gibbs: Well, if you believe such things,
there’s a beast does the bidding ofDavy Jones. A fearsome
creature with giant tentacles that suction your face clean off
and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness. The
Kraken. They say the stench of its breath is… ooh. [shudders]
Imagine, the last thing you know on God’s green earth is the
roar of the Kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting
corpses. [Ragetti and Pintel cower] 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: [raises an eyebrow] Her?
Gibbs: Aye.
[they finally sail up to a hut, strange
people following their progress with their eyes]
Jack: [steps onto the landing] 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: [to Ragetti] Mind the boat.
Ragetti: [to Pintel] Mind the boat.
Pintel: [to Marty] Mind the boat.
Marty: [to Cotton and his parrot] Mind
the boat.
Parrot: [to Cotton] Mind the boat. [and
flies off]
[Jack cautiously creeps into Tia Dalma’s
house]
Tia Dalma: Jack Sparrow.
Jack: Tia Dalma. [almost knocks his head
against a hanging jar full of eyeballs]
Tia Dalma: I always knowed the wind was
going to blow you back to me one day. [she approaches Jack, then
spots Will and points to him] You. You have a touch a’ destiny
about you. William. Turner.
Will: You know me?
Tia Dalma: You want to know me. [leans
closer]
Jack: There’ll be no knowing here.
[intervenes between them] We’ve come for help and we’re not
leaving without it. [leads Tia Dalma away fromWill] I thought I
knew you.
Tia Dalma: Not so well as I’d hoped. [she
heads to the back] Come.
Jack: Come. [motions Will over]
Tia Dalma: [caressing Will’s face] What
service may I do ya? [forcefully, directed in Jack’s general
direction] You know I demand payment.
Jack: I brought payment. [whistles for
the cage to be brought closer; unveils it to show the monkey
inside] Look… [shoots it] an undead monkey. Top that!
[Tia Dalma lets the monkey out and it
runs to a low table]
Gibbs: No. [winces] You’ve no idea how
long it took us to catch that.
Tia Dalma: The payment is fair.
Will: We’re looking for this. [lays out
the drawing of a key] And what it goes to.
Tia Dalma: [to Jack] The compass you
bartered from me, it cannot lead you to this?
Jack: Maybe. Why?
Tia Dalma: Aah. Jack Sparrow does not
know what he wants. Or do you know but are loath to claim it as
your own. Your key go to a chest. And it is what lay inside the
chest you seek. Don’t it?
Gibbs: What is inside?
Pintel: Gold? Jewels? Unclaimed
properties of valuable nature?
Ragetti: Nothing bad, I hope.
Tia Dalma: You know of Davy Jones, yes?
[the Crew nods] A man of the sea. A great Sailor. Until he run
afoul of that which vex all men. [Jack pockets something while
no one’s looking]
Will: What vexes all men?
Tia Dalma: [she teasingly touches Will’s
hand] What indeed.
Gibbs: The sea?
Pintel: Sums.
Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil.
[Gibbs and Pintel give him a look]
Jack: A woman!
Tia Dalma: A woman. He fell in love.
Gibbs: No no no no, I heard it was the
sea he fell in love with.
Tia Dalma: Same story, different version
and all are true. See it was a woman as changing, and harsh and
untamable as the sea. He never stopped loving her. But the pain
it caused him was too much to live with. But not enough to cause
him to die.
Will: What exactly did he put into the
chest?
Tia Dalma: [puts hand upon her breast]
Him heart.
Ragetti: Literally or figuratively?
Pintel: He couldn’t live, putting his
heart in a chest. Could he?
Tia Dalma: It was not worth feeling what
small, fleeting joy life brings. And so, him carved out him
heart, lock it down in a chest, and hide the chest from the
world. The key he keep with him at all times.
Will: [to Jack] 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, grab the key, you go back to Port Royal and
save your bonnie lass, aye?
Tia Dalma: [to Jack] Let me see your
hand. [Jack wants to offer his unmarked right one, but knows
better and gives her the one he has wrapped up; she undoes the
makeshift bandages and everyone gets a look at the black spot on
Jack’s palm]
Gibbs: [gasps] The black spot! [dusts
himself off and spins around, spitting on the ground once he’s
made a circle] The black spot.
Pintel and Ragetti: [follow Gibbs in his
ritual] Black spot.
Jack: My eyesight’s as good as ever, just
so you know.
Tia Dalma: [rummages around in the back
of her hut, talking to herself;Jack steals another trinket from
her; she returns with a jar in her arms]Davy Jones cannot make
port. Cannot step on land but once every ten years. Land is
where you Will be safe, Jack Sparrow, and so you Willcarry land
with you. [offers him the jar]
Jack: [takes it; a pause] Dirt. This is a
jar of dirt.
Tia Dalma: Yes.
Jack: Is the… jar of dirt going to
help?
Tia Dalma: If you don’t want it, give it
back.
Jack: No. [clutches it close to his
chest]
Tia Dalma: Then it helps.
Will: It seems… we have a need to find
the Flying Dutchman.
Tia Dalma: A touch… [picks up random
items she uses to scry and drops them on a table with something
resembling a map drawn on it] of destiny.
Scene 8: (The Flying Dutchman and 99
souls)
[at sea – a storm is in progress and we
see a ship broken on the reefs]
Will: That’s the Flying Dutchman? [Gibbs
nods] She doesn’t look like much.
Jack: Neither do you… do not
underestimate it. [elbows Gibbs]
Gibbs: Must’ve run afoul of the reef.
Jack: What’s your plan?
Will: I row over, search the ship until I
find your bloody key.
Jack: And if there are Crewmen?
Will: I cut down anyone in my path.
[walks off]
Jack: I like it. Simple, easy to
remember.
Ragetti: [Will climbs down to a tossing
row boat] Your chariot awaits you. Ahahaha!
Jack: Oi! If you do have to get captured,
just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt. Might save
your life.
Ragetti: Move on out, ahahaha! [Will rows
toward the landed ship]
Jack: [to the Crew] Douse the lamps.
[Will makes it to the ship and looks
around, there is nothing but dead bodies until he spots a man
frantically trying to raise sail and muttering to himself about
Davy Jones]
Will: Sailor. Sailor! There’s no use,
you’ve run aground.
Sailor: No, many of us, without a prayer.
(??)
Will: [a body drops from the mast, the
man crawls and lies still] Hey! Hey! [turns him over and starts,
the man’s face in unrecognizable; that’s when the Flying
Dutchman rears up out of the water, Sailors materializing out of
the ship’s sides; they round up those left alive on the
ship]
Undead Sailor: Go on your whereabouts and
pray.
[when they wish to take Will, he fights
them; his sword is dipped in oil and when he breaks his lantern
with it, it lights up; the Undead pirates back away]
Will: Get back! Back! [when one is sliced
open, fish comes splashing out of the wound; Will is distracted
and ends up getting knocked on the head and fainting; there are
5 survivors, Will included, lined up in a row, waiting forDavy
Jones; we hear his thudding step]
Hammer-head shark Pirate: Five men still
alive, the rest have moved on.
Davy Jones: [crouches in front of the
Sailor whimpering with fright and lights his pipe] Do you fear
death? Do you fear that dark abyss? [theSailor nods] All your
deeds laid bare. All your sins punished. I can offer you an
escape.
Sailor at the front of the row: Don’t
listen to him! [he’s holding a crucifix in his hands, which are
shaking badly]
Davy Jones: [steps up to him and grabs
his throat with his clawed hand] Do you not fear death?
Sailor at the front of the row: I’ll take
my chances, sir.
Davy Jones: To the depths. [a pirate
steps behind him, slices that Sailors throat open and the body
is thrown overboard]
Scared Sailor: Cold blood!
Davy Jones: Life is cruel. Why should the
afterlife be any different? I offer you a choice. Join my Crew
and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast.
[to one particular Sailor] Will ye serve?
Scared Sailor: I-I-I Will serve.
Davy Jones: That-a. [walks up to Will]
You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here?
Will: [cringes before replying, decides
to say it] Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt.
Davy Jones: What is your purpose
here?
Will: Jack Sparrow… sent me to settle his
debt.
Davy Jones: Ha. Did he now? I’m sorely
tempted to accept that offer.
[Jack spots Jones while looking through
his telescope, when he lowers it, Jones is on the Pearl; the
Crew gasps in fright and back as far away as they can; the dead
pirates seizing them]
Jack: Oh.
Davy Jones: You have a debt to pay.
[walks towards Jack and Jackbacks away] You’ve been Captain of
the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement.
Jack: Technically, I was only Captain for
two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon.
Davy Jones: Then you were a poor Captain,
but a Captain nonetheless. Have you not introduced yourself all
these years as ‘Captain JackSparrow’? [Jones’s Crew all
laugh]
Jack: Yeah, I gave you payment. One soul
to serve on your ship is already over there. [motions toward the
Dutchman]
Davy Jones: One soul is not equal to
another.
Jack: Aha! So we’ve establish my proposal
is sound in principle, now we’re just haggling over price.
Davy Jones: Price?
Jack: Just how many souls, do you think,
my soul is worth?
Davy Jones: One hundred souls. Three
days.
Jack: You’re a darling, mate. Send me
back the boy, I’ll get started right off. [walks away but is
stopped by the Hammer-head shark Pirate]
Davy Jones: I keep the boy, a good, faith
payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine to go. Haha, haha.
Jack: Have you not met Will Turner? He’s
noble, heroic, a terrific soprano. Worth at least four, maybe
three and a half. And did I happen to mention… he’s in love.
With a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her
and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually
allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony. Aye?
Davy Jones: [a pause] I keep the boy.
Ninty-nine souls-ah. But I wonder, Sparrow… can you live with
this? Can you condemn an innocent man – a friend – to a lifetime
of servitude in your name while you roam free?
Jack: [thinks a second] Yep. I’m good
with it. Shall we seal it in blood, I mean, uh, ink? [Jones
grabs Jack’s left hand with his tentacled one and “shakes on
it”] Ah.
Davy Jones: Three days-ah. [his Crew
echoes ‘Three days.’ and they disappear]
Jack: [looks at his slimy hand and sees
the black spot disappear] Uh, Mr.Gibbs?
Gibbs: Aye.
Jack: I feel sullied and unusual.
Gibbs: And how do we intend to harvest
these ninety-nine souls in three days?
Jack: Fortunately, he was mum as the
condition in which these souls need be.
Gibbs: Aah, Tortuga. [Jack wipes his
slimy hand on Gibbs’ vest]
Jack: Tortuga.
Scene 9: (Finding a Crew and Norrington
in Tortuga)
[on the ship Elizabeth stowed away on]
Captain: It’s an outrage. [throws down papers] Port Tariff’s
buried (??) in fees, war handling and, heaven help us, pilotage.
Are we all to work for these India Trading Company, then?
Sailor #2: I’m afraid, sir… Tortuga is
the only free post left in these waters.
Captain: A pirate port is what you mean.
Well, I’m sorry, an honestSailor is what I am and make my living
fair and I sleep well each night, thank you. [Elizabeth’s
wedding dress floats by outside the window]
Sailor #1: Sir! [points to the window;
they press up against the window and gasp when the dress floats
by once more and run outside; the dress hangs in mid-air]
Sailor: [we see Elizabeth controlling the
dress’ movements, making it point] She wants you to do
something.
Captain: She’s trying to give a sign.
[the dress whooshes out over the sea then back at them and tips
a lantern onto the deck where it breaks and a fire starts] Over
there! Onto the side! [they rush to the other side of the
ship]
Elizabeth: [sighs in exasperation, drops
the dress and jumps down from her perch in the mast]
Sailor #2: Look, there! There it is!
There’s the sign. [points out into the water]
Sailor #3: I seen it.
Sailor #2: So we can be saved. Looks like
entrails.
Captain: That’d be a bad sign.
Elizabeth: [plops down on an upright
barrel] What’s that over there? [theCrew moves towards her; the
fire from the lantern spells out ‘Tortuga’]
[on Tortuga the population is as
disorderly and loud as before]
Gibbs: [is sitting at a table, trying to
find ninety-nine souls Willing to sail on the Black Pearl] And
what makes you think you’re worthy to Crew the Black Pearl?
Sailor hopeful #1: Truth be told, I never
sailed a day in me life. I figure I should get out and see the
world while I’m still young.
Gibbs: You’ll do. Make your mark.
[indicates the roster sheet] Next!
Sailor hopeful #2: My wife run off with
my dog, and I’m drunk for a month, and I don’t give an ass rat’s
if I live or die.
Gibbs: Perfect! Next!
Jack: [holds the compass and mutters to
himself] I know what I want, I know what I want, I know what I
want. [opens the compass and it still won’t show him his
bearing]
Sailor hopeful #3: Me have one arm and a
bum leg.
Gibbs: It’s the crow’s nest for you.
Jack: I know what I want. [opens the
compass and still nothing]
Gibbs: Next!
Sailor hopeful #4: Ever since I was
little, I’ve always wanted to sail the seas. Forever.
Gibbs: Sooner than you think. Sign the
roster.
Sailor hopeful #4: Thanks very much.
Jack: How are we going?
Gibbs: Including those four? That gives
us… four. [Jack shakes the compass vigorously; another hopeful
comes up] And what’s your story?
Norrington: My story? [Gibbs nods] It’s
exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I
chased a man across the seven seas. [Jack closes his compass and
looks around for a spot to hide in] The pursuit cost me myCrew,
my commission, and my life. [grabs a rum bottle down off the
table, takes a swig; Norrington looks scruffy, dirty, and very
much unlike himself]
Gibbs: Commodore?
Norrington: No, not anymore, weren’t you
listening? [Gibbs looks uncomfortable] I nearly had you all off
Tripoli. I would’ve, if not for the hurricane. [Jack takes a
leafy plant and hides behind it]
Gibbs: Lord. You didn’t try to sail
through it?
Norrington: So do I make your Crew or
not? You haven’t said where you’re going. Somewhere nice!
[upturns the table and Gibbs falls off his stool, then starts
strutting around the tavern] So am I worthy to serve under
Captain Jack Sparrow? [Jack tries to inconspicuously walk away
with the plant clutched in front, Norrington spots him anyway
and points his pistol at him] Or should I just kill you now?
Jack: You’re hired.
Norrington: Sorry. Old habits and all
that. [is ready to shoot when two pirates raise his pistol hand
to the ceiling]
Pirate: Easy Sailor! [the pistol fires
and the bullet ricochets off the lights and breaks someone’s
bottle; a brawl breaks out]
Jack: Time to go.
Gibbs: Aye. [they carefully make their
way upstairs]
[Elizabeth spots Norrington and helps him
fight off his attackers;Norrington keeps on drinking]
Jack: [Jack keeps trying on different
hats, but not one seems to suit him well enough; takes another]
Thanks, mate. [touches the pirate’s shoulder and the man falls
off his perch on the railing] Ooh. [puts the hat he took off him
onto another being carried off to be thrown off the second
floor, steps aside] Carry on. [the man is thrown over]
Norrington: [surrounded by unfriendly
swords, Elizabeth at his back] Come on, then! Who wants some?
For my lordly line, I’ll have you one by one. Come on, who’s
first?
Elizabeth: [grabs the bottle in
Norrington’s hand and smashes it over his head] I just wanted
the pleasure of doing that myself. [the rest cheer; they heave
him out into the pig pen and leave cheerfully; Mr.
Mercer,Beckett’s man, is standing in the doorway watching;
Elizabeth helpsNorrington get himself out of the muck] James
Norrington. [sighs] What has the world done to you?
Scene 10: (Will meets his father)
[on the Flying Dutchman Davy Jones is
playing an organ with his tentacles]
Crew: [hoist a cannon down] Heave! Heave!
Heave!
Undead pirate: Secure the mast, man
called Mr. Turner. Secure it! [bothWill and Bootstrap rush
off]
Will: Step aside!
Bootstrap: Hey, mind yourself! Let go,
boy! [finally looks at Will and cannot look away] No. [they both
let go of the rope, Will hanging on futilely, and the cannon
smashes onto the deck]
Boatswain: [pointing Will out] Haul that
weasel to his feet. [Will is pulled to his feet, made to grad
onto the ropes holding the sail] Five lashes are in my due. To
stay honor.
Bootstrap: [stops his arm] No.
Boatswain: 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: [he hesitates] My son. He’s my
son. [Will turns to look at his father]
Davy Jones: [looks at the father than the
son] Ahahaha ha! What fortuitous circumstance be this. Five
lashes be owed, I believe it is. [reaches out his hand for the
whip, which is handed over, then offers it toBootstrap]
Bootstrap: No. No, I won’t!
Davy Jones: The cat’s out of the bag, Mr.
Turner. Your issue Will feel its sting be it at the Bo’sun’s
hand or your own.
Bootstrap: [looks at his struggling son]
No.
Davy Jones: Bo’sun! [is ready to hand the
whip to him]
Bootstrap: No! [snatches the whip out of
Jones’s hand; Will’s shirt is ripped across his back and
Bootstrap delivers the five lashes]
[Will is dropped down the stairs into the
hold, back covered in a crisscrossing of bloody lash marks]
Undead pirate: You’ve had it easy
boy.
Bootstrap: Will! [tries to help him]
Will: I don’t need your help. [pushes his
father’s arm away]
Bootstrap: The Bo’sun prides himself on
cleaving flesh from bone with every swing.
Will: So I’m to understand what you did
was an act of compassion.
Bootstrap: Yes. [Will’s anger fades; they
walk on deck] One hundred years before the mast. Loosing who you
are, bit by bit. ‘Till you end up, end up like poor, Wyvern,
here. [points to a pirate who’s become part of the hull] Once
you’ve sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there’s no leaving it. Not
until your debt is paid.
Will: I’ve sworn no oath.
Bootstrap: Then you must get away.
Will: [takes out the drawing of a key
from his pocket; softly] Not until I find this. [unfolds the
cloth] The key.
Whidden: [separates himself a little from
the hull] The Dead Man’s Chest.
Will: What do you know of it?
Wyvern: Open the chest with the key and
stab the heart. No, don’t stab the heart. The Dutchman needs a
living heart or there’ll be no Captain. If there’s no Captain,
there's no one to have the key.
Will: So the Captain has the key. [Wyvern
plays mum] Where is the key?
Wyvern: Hidden.
Will: Where is the chest.
Wyvern: Hidden. [attaches himself back to
the hull]
Scene 11: (The Pearl gets a heading and
Beckett negotiates)
[in Tortuga, Elizabeth follows Jack to
the Pearl, still dressed as a boy]
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. [Jacklooks alarmed and indicates
to Gibbs to get the ‘lad’ away from them;Norrington throws up
into the bay]
Elizabeth: Meaning William Turner,
Captain Sparrow.
Jack: [finally turns all the way around]
Elizabeth? [turns to Gibbs] Hide the rum. [Gibbs takes the
bottle from his hand and walks onto the ship] 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
unforeseeable series of circumstances that had nothing
whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been press-ganged
intoDavy Jones’s Crew.
Elizabeth: Davy Jones?
Norrington: [still throwing up] 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: [puts his hand onto her back and
leads her to the side] 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 beating
heart of Davy Jones. [Ragettiimitates a still beating heart
after it has been torn out]
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: [it appears that Elizabeth
does] How do we find it?
Jack: With this. [holds up his compass]
My compass… is unique.
Norrington: Unique, here, having the
meaning of broken.
Jack: True enough. [Norrington walks off
to throw up some more] This compass does not point north.
Elizabeth: Where does it point?
Jack: It points to the thing you want
most in this world.
Elizabeth: Jack. [shakes her head] Are
you telling the truth?
Jack: Every word, love. And what you want
most in this world… [places the compass in her hands] is to find
the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?
Elizabeth: To save Will.
Jack: By finding the chest of Davy Jones.
[opens the compass and briskly steps away; the needle spins
before finally stopping resolutely; Jack peers up cautiously to
get the coordinates] Mr. Gibbs!
Gibbs: Cap’n?
Jack: We have our heading.
Gibbs: Finally! Cast off those lines,
weigh anchor, and trough that canvas!
Jack: [with a sweep of his arm invites
Elizabeth on board] Ms. Swann. [Norrington, swaying,
follows]
Ragetti: Welcome to the Crew, former
Commodore. [shoves a goat into his arms]
[in Port Royal, the map of the world is
still being painted]
Beckett: [unsheathes what used to be
Norrington’s sword] There’s something to knowing the exact shape
of the world and man’s place in it. Don’t you agree?
Swann: [without his wig, looking
bedraggled and in chains] I assure you… [holds out his chained
hands] these are not necessary.
Beckett: I had you brought here because I
thought you’d be interested in the whereabouts of your
daughter.
Swann: You have news of her?
Mercer: Most recently seen on the island
of Tortuga. The 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. [sheathes it] I believe. Our ships are in pursuit
and justice Will be dispensed by cannonade and cutlass and all
manner of remorseless pieces of metal. I personally find it
distasteful to even contemplate the horror facing all those on
board. [looks pointedly as Swann]
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.
Swann: [scoffs softly] To you, you
mean.
Beckett: [walks up to Swann] Shall I
remove these shackles?
Swann: Do what you can for my daughter.
[with a glance from Beckett, the chains are unlocked]
Beckett: So you see, Mercer, every man
has a price which he WillWillingly accept. Even for what he
hoped never to sell.
Scene 12: (Waging years of service)
[on the Flying Dutchman- the Crew is
swabbing the deck, and a few are playing a strange game
involving dice]
Hammer-head shark Pirate: [placing bets
on the dice game] I wager ten years.
Undead pirate #1: I match the wager.
Undead pirate #3: Agreed.
Bootstrap: [walks up behind Will who is
watching the game] Wondering how it’s played?
Will: I understand. It’s a game of
deception. The game includes all the dice, not just your own.
What are they waging?
Bootstrap: The only thing we have: years
of service.
Will: So any Crew member can be
challenged?
Bootstrap: Aye, anyone.
Will: I challenge Davy Jones. [the Crew
stops to stare at him;Bootstrap is about to say something to him
when they hear Jones’s thudding step]
Davy Jones: I accept. [a low table and
stools are brought up, the dice laid out on the table top] The
stakes?
Will: My soul. An eternity of
servitude.
Bootstrap: No!
Davy Jones: Against?
Will: I want this. [lays the rolled up
drawing of a key on the table]
Davy Jones: [picks up the cloth, looks at
it and is taken aback; the Crewmutter amongst themselves] How do
you know the key?
Will: That’s not part of the game, is it?
[sits down at the table] You can still walk away.
Davy Jones: [sits down, takes the key out
from under his tentacles and dangles it in front of Will to show
him that he does indeed have the key; they shake their dice and
thud them down on the table, another hand joins in unexpectedly
– it is Bootstrap] What’s this?
Bootstrap: I’m in, matching his
wager.
Will: No. Don’t do this.
Bootstrap: Die’s cast. I bet three two’s.
It’s your bid, Captain.
Davy Jones: Four four’s.
Will: Four five’s.
Bootstrap: Six three’s.
Davy Jones: [we see that he has five
five’s] Seven five’s.
[unknown to Will, he has three five’s,
Bootstrap has two three’s and three two’s]
Will: Eight five’s.
Davy Jones: Hehehe, welcome to the Crew,
lad.
Bootstrap: Twelve five’s. [Davy Jones
stares at him] Twelve five’s. Call me a liar, I upped the
bid.
Davy Jones: And be called a liar myself
for my trouble. [reveals all the dice] Bootstrap Bill, you’re a
liar and you Will spend an eternity on this ship. [to Will]
Master Turner, feel free to go ashore. The minute the next time
we make port. [laughs, the Crew laughs with him and the leave
the pair]
Will: Fool. Why did you do that?
Bootstrap: Because you’d lose.
Will: It was never about winning or
losing.
Bootstrap: The key… you just wanted to
know where it was.
[the Crew is mostly asleep] Bootstrap:
[walks up to the one at the helm]Captain says I’m to relieve
you. [the pirate cocks his head inquiringly]Captain’s
orders.
[meanwhile, Will creeps into Davy Jones’s
cabin where Jones is sleeping at the organ; with a quill and a
stick, Will raises up a few tentacles and tries to navigate
under them to get at the key; he drops a tentacle on the keys
and as Jones is about to wake up, a music locket opens and plays
a soothing tune; Will manages to get the key and put the drawing
of it its place; Will walks out on deck and puts the key around
his neck and his bag over his shoulder]
Bootstrap: Here. [hands Will a knife]
Take this, too. Now get yourself to land and stay there. It was
always in my blood to die at sea.
Will: [takes it and unsheathes it] It’s
not a fate you had to choose for yourself either.
Bootstrap: I… 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. Now, go.
Will: They’ll know you helped me.
Bootstrap: [laughs] What more can they do
to me?
Will: [holds up the knife] I take this
with a promise, I’ll find a way to sever Jones’s hold on you and
not rest ‘till this blade pierces his heart. I Will not abandon
you. [a pause] I promise.
Scene 13: (Persuasion and the Kraken)
[on the Black Pearl, the Crew is swabbing
the desk as well]
Jack: Beckett.
Elizabeth: Yes, they’re signed ‘Lord
Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company.’
Jack: [holds the Letters of Marque closer
to study the signature] Euhh. [sticks tongue out]
Gibbs: Will was working for Beckett and
never said a word.
Jack: Ah.
Gibbs: Beckett wants the compass. Only
one reason for that.
Jack: Of course. He wants the chest.
Elizabeth: Yes, he did say something
about a chest.
Gibbs: If the Company controls the chest,
they control the sea.
Jack: A truly discomforting notion,
love.
Gibbs: Baaad! Bad for every mother’s son
what calls himself pirate. I think there’s a bit more speed to
be coaxed from these sails. [walks off to see to the sails]
Brace the foreyard!
Jack: Might I enquire as to how you came
by these. [holds up the Letters of Marque]
Elizabeth: Persuasion.
Jack: Friendly?
Elizabeth: Decidedly not.
Jack: Will strikes a deal for these and
upholds it with honor, yet you are the one standing here with
the prize. [reads] “Full pardon, commissioned as a privateer on
behalf of England and the East India Trading Company…”
[Norrington overhears this; Jack puts the letters away] As if I
could be bought for such a low price.
Elizabeth: Jack, the letters, give them
back.
Jack: No. Persuade me.
Elizabeth: [comes up behind him and leans
in] You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword.
Jack: [turns to face her] As I said…
persuade me. [Elizabeth walks away]
Norrington: [walks up to Elizabeth
standing at the ship’s rail with a smile on her lips] It’s a
curious thing, there was a time I would give anything for you to
look like that while thinking about me.
Elizabeth: I don’t know what you
mean.
Norrington: Oh, I think you do.
Elizabeth: Oh, don’t be absurd, I trust
him, that’s all.
Norrington: [laughs and walks away before
turning back for another word] So you never wondered how your
latest fiancé ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first
place. [shakes his head and continues walking]
[Elizabeth takes out the compass and
opens it; its direction changes to point to Jack; she shakes her
head and closes the compass, looking a little disturbed]
[on the ship that had taken Elizabeth to
Tortuga; Will is sitting with a blanket around his shoulders and
a hot cup in his hands] Captain: Strange thing, to come upon a
long boat so far out in open water.
Will: Just put as many leagues behind us
as you can. As fast as you can.
Captain: And what are we running
from?
Will: [spots Elizabeth’s wedding dress
draped on a chair; walks to it] That dress… where did you get
it?
Captain: It was found aboard this ship.
The Crew thought it was a spirit bringing some omen of ill
fate.
Will: [picks up the dress lovingly]
That’s foolish.
Sailor #2: Ah, yes, exceedingly
foolish.
Sailor #1: It brought good fortune. The
spirit told us… pull in at Tortuga. And we made a nice bit of
profit there.
Captain: Off the books, of course.
Will: I imagine… some of your Crew may
have jumped ship there.
Captain: Why do you ask?
Sailor: [runs down into the cabin]
Captain, a ship’s been spotted.
Captain: Colors?
Sailor: She isn’t flying any.
Captain: Pirates!
Will: Or worse.
[on the Flying Dutchman – Davy Jones has
discovered the ruse and is holding the drawing of his key in his
hand]
Davy Jones: [grabs Bootstrap by his
throat, the ship with Will on board in their sight] You Will
watch this. [a few of the Crew are cranking a wheel and being
lashed while doing so] 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 raise… the Kraken!
Bootstrap: Nooooo! [is held back by a few
of the pirates; the crank booms as it crashes down once it
reaches maximum capacity and the boom spreads through the water,
calling the Kraken]
[there is a commotion on the ship and
everyone comes out to see the Fling Dutchman]
Will: I have doomed us all. It’s the
Flying Dutchman! [the ship shudders from a blow and Will falls
out of the crow’s nest, hanging by a line; theCrew flops down as
well]
Sailor #1: Mother Clarice’s chickens,
what happened?
Sailor #2: Must’ve hit a reef.
Captain: [water is bubbling on the side
of the ship] Reel the rudder, help the port the—(??)
starboard.
Sailor #4: Reel in rudder!
Sailor #5: Help the port! [the Captain is
snatched by a tentacle clean off the ship; then he reappears
briefly, screaming, and is pulled underwater]
Sailor #4: Kraken! [there is mayhem on
board; the tentacles of the Kraken creeping up the sides and
snatching Sailors off the deck; Willslides down a sail with the
help of his knife once the mast he’s on collapses; the ship is
cracked in two and dragged down in a slimy embrace; Willsurvives
and slings to a piece of the deck floating on the water, the
Flying Dutchman coming up alongside the wreckage; Elizabeth’s
dress floats on the water]
Hammer-head shark Pirate: The boy’s not
here, he must’ve been claimed by the sea.
Davy Jones: I am the sea. [walks up to
Bootstrap] You need time alone with your thoughts. Brig!
Hammer-head shark Pirate: What of the
survivors? [they are lined up as before; Will peaks in, clinging
to the side of the ship]
Davy Jones: There are no survivors. [the
survivors are killed; Davy Jones senses Will’s presence and goes
to investigate, but Will cannot be seen] The chest is no longer
safe, chart a course to Isla Cruces. Get me there first or it’ll
be the devil to pay.
Blowfish headed pirate: First?
Davy Jones: Who’s shoved that thieving
charlatan onto my ship. Who told them of the key? Jack Sparrow.
[Will is riding in the open mouth at the bow of the ship;
Elizabeth’s dress sinks into the sea]
Scene 14: (A good man and the
pursuit)
[on the Black Pearl; Elizabeth is sitting
on the stairs where Jack joins her]
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: [Jack pops open a bottle of rum,
hands it to her and she takes a drink, looking upset] You know…
[clears throat] Lizzie, I am Captain of a ship and being Captain
of a ship I could, in fact, perform a marriage right here. Right
on this deck. Right now.
Elizabeth: [Elizabeth looks even more
disgusted, hands him the bottle and walks away] No, thank
you.
Jack: [follows her] Why not? We are very
much alike you and I. I and you… us.
Elizabeth: Except for a sense of honor
and decency and a moral center. And personal hygiene.
Jack: Trifles. You Will come over to my
side, I know it.
Elizabeth: 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.
Elizabeth: Why doesn’t your compass
work?
Jack: My compass works fine.
Elizabeth: Because you and I are alike.
And there Will come a moment when you have a chance to show it.
To do the right thing.
Jack: I love those moments. I like to
wave at them as they pass by.
Elizabeth: You’ll have the chance to do
something… something courageous. And when you, you’ll discover
something. That you’re a good man.
Jack: All evidence to the contrary.
Elizabeth: [laughs] No, I have faith in
you. You want to know why?
Jack: Do tell, dearie.
Elizabeth: [leans in close with each
sentence] 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.
Elizabeth: [Jack caresses her cheek] But
seeing as you’re a good man, I know that you’d never put me in a
position that would compromise my honor. [Jack is ready to kiss
her when he sees the black mark return to the palm of his hand
and snatches his hand away] I’m proud of you, Jack.
Gibbs: Land-ho!
Jack: I need my jar of dirt. [goes to
look for it]
Pintel: [Ragetti and Pintel are rowing
the boat with Jack and his jar of dirt in it, Norrington at the
prow] You’re pulling too fast.
Ragetti: You’re pulling too slow.
Pintel: We don’t want the Kraken to catch
us. I’m saving me strength for when it comes. Just don't think
it’s Kraken, anyways. Always heard it says Kray-ken.
Ragetti: What with the long ‘a’?
Pintel: Aha.
Ragetti: No no no no no. “Kroken”’s how
it’s pronounced in the original Scandinavian, and “Kraken”’s
closer to that.
Pintel: Well, we ain’t original
Scandinavians, are we? Kray-ken.
Ragetti: It’s a mythological creature; I
can calls it what I wants!
Jack: [puts his coat in the boat and
picks up a shovel] Guard the boat; mind the tides… don’t touch
my dirt.
[Norrington and Jack follow Elizabeth
across the island as she leads them with the compass]
Elizabeth: [starts walking in circles;
the compass needle points to Jackonce more and she shakes it]
This doesn’t work. And it certainly doesn’t show you what you
want most. [she sits down cross-legged on the sand]
Jack: [walks over and looks at the
compass] Yes, it does, you’re sitting on it.
Elizabeth: Beg pardon?
Jack: [shoos her off] Move. [whistles to
Norrington to start digging]
Pintel: Guard the boat, mind the
tide…
Ragetti: [balancing the shovel on his
hand] I can join the circus.
Pintel: Mind if I shine your shoes, sir?
[they are seen by Davy Jonesthrough his telescope]
Davy Jones: They’re here. And I cannot
set foot on land for near of a decade.
Hammer-head shark Pirate: Trust us to act
in your stead?
Davy Jones: I’ll trust you to know what
awaits you should you fail! Down then. [the Crew shouts; Ragetti
and Pintel run when they hear the thud of the Flying Dutchman
descending below the water]
Scene 15: (The fight over the chest and
the key)
[Jack is meditating while Norrington
digs, suddenly he hits something solid, they all look down into
the hole; the sand is swept off the wooden chest holding the
actual chest and Jack breaks it open; on top lie letters and
under them, the chest of Davy Jones; they out their ears to it
and it thumps]
Elizabeth: It’s real.
Norrington: You actually were telling the
truth.
Jack: I do that quite a lot, yet people
are still surprised.
Will: [walks up to them] With good
reason.
Elizabeth: Will. [runs to him] You’re
alright, thank God! I came to find you. [they kiss while
Norrington and Jack watch jealously out of the corner of their
eye]
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: [in a high-pitched tone of voice]
What?
Will: I was reunited with my father.
Jack: Oh, well, you’re welcome, then.
Elizabeth: Everything you said to me,
every word was a lie!
Jack: Pretty much. Time and tide, love.
[Will unsheathes his father’s knife and kneels next to the
chest] Oi, what are you doing?
Will: I’m gonna kill Jones. [Jack takes
out his sword and levels it at him]
Jack: Can’t let you do that, William.
‘Cause if Jones is dead, who’s to call his terrible beastie off
the hunt, eh? [Will looks like he’s relented and stand up, key
still in hand] Now, if you please. [Jack reaches out for the
key] The key.
Will: [snatches Elizabeth’s sword from
her] I keep the promises I make,Jack. I intend to free my
father. And I hope you’re here to see it.
Norrington: [takes his own sword out and
points it at Will] I can’t let you do that, either. So
sorry.
Jack: I knew you’d warm up to me
eventually.
Norrington: [swings his sword ‘round to
Jack; Will now turns his toNorrington – they form a triangle]
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. [they start fighting each other]
Elizabeth: Stop it! [she is ignored; Will
falls] Will! [she kneels to help him up]
Will: Guard the chest. [runs after the
two fighting]
Elizabeth: No! [runs after them; she goes
on a tirade while they ignore her and instead fight each other]
This is not funny! This is no way for grown men to – Oh, fine!
Let’s just pull out our swords and start banging away at each
other, that’s all there ever is. I’ve had it! I’ve had it with
wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates! [doesn’t notice Pintel and
Ragettijust behind her]
Pintel: [watching Norrington, Will and
Jack fight and Elizabeththrowing rocks at them] How’d this go
all sCrewy?
Ragetti: Well, each wants the chest for
hisself, don’t ‘e? Mr. Norrington, I think, is trying to regain
a bit of honor. Ol’ 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: [in the distance] This is
madness!
Pintel: Sad. [Ragetti nods] That chest
must be worth more than a shiny penny.
Ragetti: [tsk’s] Terrible temptation.
Pintel: If we was any kind of decent,
we’d remove temptation from their path. [they look at each
other, laugh and go off to get the chest]
Elizabeth: [still throwing rocks] Enough!
Oh. Oh! The heat. [pretends to faint, they continue to ignore
her; she sits up and finally spots Ragetti andPintel making off
with the chest; runs after them]
Jack: [falls] Bugger. [gets the key and
runs off, the two following still fighting]
Norrington: [pulls Will back and Will
falls, then kicks sand in Will’s face] By your leave, Mr.
Turner. [mock-bows before him and goes afterJack]
[on the beach, Jones’s pirates are
surfacing; they shamble up to the chest and find it gone]
[Norrington is in pursuit of Jack; they
fight up the stairs of what used to be a mill; Norrington gets
the key and Jack looses his balance and grabs a bell-rope, so he
goes down and Will, who’s caught up, goes up and grabs the key
from Norrington]
Will: [lands on the top-most level] By
your leave, Mr. Norrington. [Norrington takes off after him]
[the Undead pirates on the beach come up
to the chest at the precise moment that the bell starts tolling,
and figuring that’s where the chest must’ve gone, follow the
bell]
[Will and Norrington take their fight
outside, Jack following with a cautious step after them at a
leisurely pace; Will has the key in the hand not holding his
sword and Jack tries to catch it, but as Will is still fighting,
it is a little difficult; once he has it, the two turn on
him]
Norrington: [Jack is disarmed; to Will]
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, former Commodore, shall we? Who was it that at the very
moment you had a notorious pirate safely behind bars saw fit to
free said pirate and take your dearly beloved all to hisself…
aye? So whose fault is it really that you’ve ended up a rum-pot
deckhand what takes orders from pirates?
Norrington: Enough! [takes a swipe at
Jack who somersaults off the roof and safely lands on the
ground] Unfortunately, Mr. Turner… he’s right! [turns on
Will]
Jack: [finds his sword and sheathes it]
Still rooting for you, mate. [jauntily walks off with the key
now around his neck; doesn’t watch where he’s going and falls
face first into an empty grave] Oof. [looks around in confusion,
it dawns on him where he is] Oh.
[Will jumps off onto a wheel usually used
to power mills, Norringtonfollows; under the weight of their
jump, the rotting wood give and the wheel starts rolling; just
as Jack tries to hoist himself out of the grave, the wheel rolls
over him and his mid-drift gets stuck in it; as the wheel makes
a turn, the key slides off Jack’s neck and snags on a nail; the
fight is paused for a moment as Norrington and Will have to step
around Jack’s protruding legs; Jack slides free and runs for a
moment inside the wheel before he is knocked out by a metal
bar]
Pintel: [running through the jungle with
the chest] We’ve got it! [Elizabeth steps in their path and
reaches for a sword that isn’t there;Ragetti and Pintel take out
theirs] ‘Ello, poppet. [they pause to stare at the giant wheel
rolling by with Norrington and Will still sword-fighting,Jack in
close pursuit behind them; they shrug and continue to advance
onElizabeth; that’s when a hatchet thuds into the nearest tree
trunk, Davy Jones’s Crew coming upon them; Elizabeth gets the
swords handed to her and Ragetti and Pintel shag up the chest;
all three make a run for it; the chest meets a tree and is
dropped, to protect it, Elizabeth steps into a fight]
[Jack finally catches up with the wheel
and decided to have another go at running on the inside; before
the key reaches him, Will falls and seeing the key right under
him, snatches it; he now fight with Jack, Norringtonjoining them
soon after]
[being one sword short, Elizabeth,
Ragetti and Pintel have to share while they fight the Undead
pirates]
Elizabeth: Sword! [Ragetti tosses her his
sword]
Pintel: Sword! [Elizabeth tosses him her
sword]
Ragetti: Sword! [catches the sword,
fights a bit; a Conch-headed pirate sees the chest unattended
and takes it chuckling]
[Jack manages to break the string the key
was attached to and having got his prize, leaves the wheel
quickly, latching onto a palm tree; just in time, too, as the
wheel rolls off a slope; when the leaf he’s holding breaks off,
he lands on the ground along with a few solid looking fruit; he
sees the pirate rushing through the trees with the chest in
hand]
Jack: Hmm. [hefts one of the fruit and
throws it at the pirate; the throw knocks the pirate off his
feet and consequently knocks his head off]
Conch-head: Anido. Anido! Follow my
voice, follow my voice! [the body stumbles around; Jack takes
advantage and walks up to the chest with the key] To the left.
No! Other left. Go… [the body walks into a palm tree] No, that’s
a tree.
Jack: Oh, shut it. [turns the key in the
lock and the chest opens with a clang; he opens the lid and
reveals a still beating heart, picks it up and stuffs it down
his shirt when Elizabeth and co. run in, slamming the lid of the
chest shut before he goes; Ragetti and Pintel resume carrying
the now empty chest and they go on running to the beach]
Jack: [runs towards their abandoned boat]
Jar of dirt! [finds it and after spilling some dirt out, stuffs
the heart inside and covers it with some of the dirt he’s
spilled out; just as he closes the lid one of Jones’s Crew comes
at him; Jack fights with an oar; Elizabeth and co. make it out
onto the beach as well, and Will and Norrington are still
rolling around and around in their wheel, which is heading
towards the beach; it rolls over a few of the pirates Elizabeth
is fighting with and finally, with a groan, stops and falls
over; Norrington and Will climb out with some difficulty, very
dizzy after their ride; they can’t walk or stand straight and
keep falling over]
Will: [sees the fight] Great. [tries to
walk to it and falls over and can’t seem to get up; Norrington’s
a bit more successful – he runs to the boat, grabs the Letters
of Marque out of Jack’s Jacket pocket and notices some spilled
dirt, being clever, he realizes what must’ve been done and all
we see is his putting something away in his shirt]
[Ragetti and Pintel thinking themselves
clever, place the chest into the boat and push off, Will stops
them and levels his sword at them; they go for their own before
realizing Elizabeth’s got them; they shrug and brandish a net
and an oar against him; that’s when Will spots the chest and
forgetting the two, picks it up instead; Jack notices his
noticing and “accidentally” knocks Will out with his oar]
Elizabeth: Will. [runs over to Will lying
half in half out of the boat]
Jack: Leave him lie! Unless you plan on
using him to hit something with. [the undead Crew close in on
them]
Elizabeth: We’re not coming out of
this.
Norrington: Not with the chest. Into the
boat. [he grabs the chest]
Elizabeth: You’re mad.
Norrington: Don’t wait for me. [runs off
as a distraction with the chest clutched close; the Crew
follows]
Jack: I-I say we respect his final
wish.
Pintel: Aye! [they push off]
[Norrington runs for a while through the
trees before he trips and falls, he reaches for his sword but
the pirate who had previously lost his head and is not holding
it in his hand steps on it]
Conch-head: Your bravery is wasted. I
shall pry the chest away from your cold… dead… hands.
Norrington: Here you go. [throws it to
the pirate who drops his head and catches the chest; he runs
off; the Crew have a laugh at his expense]
Conch-head: [his body walks away with the
chest, leaving the head] What… Anido, Anido! Pirates. [rolls
into the conch and a crab emerges from the shell and crawls
after the pirates] Come back here. Hey,—??
Scene 16: (The Kraken attacks thrice)
Will: [wakes up on board, Elizabeth
staring down on him] What happened to the chest?
Elizabeth: Norrington took it to draw
them off.
Pintel: [bickering over the sails] You’re
pulling too hard!
Ragetti: You aren’t pulling hard enough.
[hangs on the rope]
Gibbs: [to Jack] Where’s the
Commodore?
Jack: [clutching his jar of dirt] Fell
behind.
Gibbs: My prayers be with him. [shrugs]
Best not wallow in our grief. The bright side is: you’re back.
And made it off free and clear. [the Flying Dutchman pops out of
the water next to the Pearl]
Elizabeth: [in fright] Ah, the F-
[doesn’t finish her thought]
Gibbs: Lord, I done that. [crosses
himself]
Jack: [pushes Gibbs out of the way] I’ll
handle this, mate. Oi, fish face! [holds up his jar of dirt]
Lose something, aye?—?? [loses footing and falls a short way
down the stairs with his dirt; the whole Crew ‘ooh’s’ and
cringes in sympathy at his fall; holds up the jar again] Got it!
Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git. Look what I got.
[in a sing song voice] I’ve got a jar of di-irt, I’ve got a jar
of di-irt, and guess what’s inside it?
Davy Jones: Enough. [the cannons are slid
out and Jack loses his smile]
Jack: Hard to starboard.
Elizabeth: Hard to starboard! [Gibbs
turns the wheel frantically to turn the Pearl]
Will: Raise up the foreyard!
Davy Jones: Rack the starboard! Send his
beloved Pearl back to the depths. [the cannons fire and some hit
the Pearl as it retreats]
Ragetti: [spots the Flying Dutchman in
pursuit through a cannonball made hole] She’s on us! She’s on
us!
Davy Jones: Let them taste the triple
guns.
Undead pirate: Aye, Captain. [triple
cannons are rolled out in the front an they fire, further
damaging the ship; Jack takes over the steering]
Will: [maneuvering the sails, hand the
rope over to another] Make fast!
Pintel: [pets the ship’s railing] Don’t
let me down. 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 gets her prey. But with the wind…
Will: We’ve got her advantage.
Gibbs: Aye.
Blowfish headed pirate: We’re out of
range!
Davy Jones: Break off pursuit, run on
light and douse canvas!
Hammer-head shark Pirate: We’ve given up,
sir? [smiles wickedly and they pirate smiles with him; the call
for the Kraken is worked up once more]
Marty: They’ve given up. Yeaaaah! [the
Crew cheers; Ragetti andPintel do a jig]
Will: [to Jack] 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. [place the jar of dirt on
the banister and pets it; the ship shudders to a halt and the
jar falls and breaks, scattering his dirt everywhere; he runs
down to sift through the dirt, but the heart’s not there] Where
is it? Where is the thump thump?
Sailor: We must’ve hit the reef. [points
down where the water is bubbling under the hull]
Will: No. It’s not a reef! [grabs
Elizabeth] Get away from the rail!
Elizabeth: What is it?
Will: The Kraken. To arms!
Gibbs: Load guns, defend the mast!
Will: It’ll attack the starboard, I’ve
seen it before. Roll out the cannons and hold for my signal.
[the cannons are loaded and run out; the tentacles of the Kraken
begin creeping up the ship’s sides]
Will: Easy boys.
Elizabeth: Will?
Will: Steady! Steady.
Elizabeth: Will?
Will: Hold. Hold!
Pintel: I think we’ve held fire long
enough!
Elizabeth: Will!
Will: Fire! [the cannons are fired and
the Kraken retreats slightly wounded; the Crew cheers] It’ll be
back. We have to get off the ship.
Elizabeth: There’s no boats. [the boats
are all broken]
Will: [sees a barrel of powder roll
across the deck] Pull the grates; get all the gunpowder onto the
net in the cargo hold. [hands Elizabeth a rifle] Whatever you
do, don’t miss.
Elizabeth: As soon as you’re clear.
Sailor: [the grates are pulled off and
the net and powder readied] We are short-stocked on gunpowder.
Six barrel!
Gibbs: [to Will] There’s only half a
dozen kegs of powder.
Will: Then load the rum! [everyone get
very quiet and stares at Will]
Gibbs: [after some hesitation, the Crew
staring expectantly at him now] Aye, the rum, too! [his face
contorts in mourning for the rum; the rum is loaded onto the
net]
[Jack is rowing away from the Pearl]
Elizabeth: [to Cotton] Step to. [spots
Jack in his row boat] You coward. [the ship shudders again]
Marty: Not good.
[the Kraken is much more vigorous this
time and smashes its tentacles straight into the ship at both
sides]
Will: [with the rum and powder] Haul
away!
Gibbs: Heave! Heave like you’re being
paid for it! [the Kraken is wreaking havoc, throwing Sailors
around and breaking everything in the bottom holds; one is
pulled through the porthole with a lot of cracking bones right
between Ragetti and Pintel]
[Jack is still rowing away; stops, looks
at his groaning ship, then looks to the island he was making
for; pulls out his compass to check on his decision, we do not
yet see where it pointed]
Gibbs: I gotcha! I gotcha! [holds the
arms of a Sailor being pulled away by a tentacle]
Sailor: [gets pulled away] Save me!
[Elizabeth runs to get her rifle and Will
founders in the net when the Kraken breaks the wheel that was
being turned to lift the net]
Will: Hyah! Come on! [flings his sword
around at the Kraken] Come and get me! I’m over here. Come on!
[the Kraken upsets the net and Will’s leg gets caught in the
netting, he takes out his father’s knife to free himself]
Will: [Elizabeth tries to aim but
hesitates as Will is still on the net] Shoot! Elizabeth, shoot!
[she still hesitates and her footing is taken out from under her
as a tentacle starts dragging her away; Ragetti severs it; she
runs back to get the gun, but a foot steps on at she’s about to
pick it up – Jack’s returned and he takes aim now as she clings
to his legs; Willfinally severs the rope holding his leg and
falls free of the net; Jack shoots and is successful in blowing
the kegs up as the Kraken is tugging at them; it retreats with a
groan of pain, charred pieces of tentacles left on deck; the
dazed survivors walk over to the railing]
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: It’s a lot of open water.
Ragetti: It’s a lot of water.
Will: We’ll have to try it. We can get
away as it takes down the Pearl.
Gibbs: Abandon ship. Abandon ship or
abandon hope. [they load the boat with some supplies while Jack
says his silent goodbye to the Pearl;Elizabeth follows him]
Elizabeth: Thank you, Jack.
Jack: We’re not free yet, though.
Elizabeth: You came back. I always knew
you were a good man. [kisses him and Will chances to see it
through a gap in the railing for a moment before Gibbs blocks
his view]
Gibbs: Prepare to cast off! No time to
lose! C’mon, Will, step to it. [a shell shocked Will climbs down
into the boat]
Elizabeth: [backs him up against a mast
and chains him to it] It’s after you, not the ship. It’s not us.
It’s the only way, don’t you see. [leans in as if she’s going to
kiss him again, but refrains] I’m not sorry.
Jack: Pirate. [Elizabeth leaves Jack
standing there, chained to the mast]
Will: Where’s Jack?
Elizabeth: He elected to stay behind to
give us a chance. [everyone looks up and hesitate to cast off]
Go! [they sail off, Elizabeth looking decidedly not well]
Jack: [frantically tries to break the
chains] Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger. [there is a
groaning underfoot, the Kraken is coming; Jackgets innovative
and reaches for a lantern with his sword, breaks it and pours
the oil over his chained wrist enabling him to slip it out of
the shackle] C’mon. C’mon, that’s it. Ah. [he slips free just as
the tentacles of the Kraken rise over the ship, it’s mouth
opening wide in a roar, splatteringJack with its saliva and also
spitting out his lost hat] Not so bad. [wipes the saliva off his
face] Oh. [bends down to pick up his hat, puts it on] Hello,
beastie. [takes out his sword and charges at it heroically as it
swallows him up and then takes down the Pearl in a tight
embrace; the Crew on the long boat watch quietly and Davy Jones
watches through his telescope]
Davy Jones: Jack Sparrow, our debt is
settled.
Undead pirate: Captain goes down with his
ship.
Hammer-head shark Pirate: 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 opened and there is
nothing inside] Damn you, Jack Sparrooooow!
Scene 17: (Bargaining and to World’s
End)
[in Port Royal] Mercer: The last of our
ships has returned.
Beckett: Is there any news on the
chest?
Mercer: No. But, one of the ships did
pick up a man, adrift at sea. He had these. [holds up the
Letters of Marque and lays them down on the table;Beckett
unfolds them]
Norrington: I took the liberty of filling
in my name.
Beckett: [beckons to Norrington] If you
intend to claim these, then you must have something to trade.
D’you have the compass?
Norrington: [shakes his head] Better.
[thumps down a bag on the table, what’s inside is thumping, too]
The heart of Davy Jones.
[in Tia Dalma’s swamp, the long boat
makes it’s way to her hut and there are many people standing
along their way, all holding candles and humming softly; once
inside, Will keeps stabbing his knife into the grain of the wood
and taking it out, pieces of the table coming out with it]
Tia Dalma: [brings out a tray of drinks;
offers to Elizabeth first] Against the cold. And a sorrow.
[Elizabeth takes a cup, looking haunted; Will in next] It’s a
shame. I know you’re thinking that with the Pearl, you
could’ve—?? and free your father’s soul.
Will: Doesn't matter now. The Pearl’s
gone… along with its Captain. [thuds his knife down into the
table again]
Gibbs: Aye. And already the world seems a
bit less bright. He fooled us all, right to the end. But I guess
that honest streak finally won out. [toasts] ToJack Sparrow!
Ragetti: Never another like Captain Jack.
[raises his cup]
Pintel: He was a gentleman of fortune, he
was. [raises his cup]
Elizabeth: He was a good man. [drinks;
Will says nothing just stares atElizabeth]
Will: If there was anything to be done to
bring him back, Elizabeth…
Tia Dalma: [to Will] Would you do it?
Hmm? [to Elizabeth] What would you? Hmm? What would any of you
be Willing to do? Hmm? Willyou sail to the ends of the earth and
beyond to fetch back—(??) Jack and his precious Pearl?
Gibbs: Aye.
Pintel: Aye.
Ragetti: Aye.
Cotton’s parrot: Awk! Aye.
Elizabeth: [nods] Yes.
Will: [nods as well; softly] Aye.
Tia Dalma: All right, but if you’re going
to brave the weird and haunted shores at world’s end… then, you
Will need a Captain who knows those waters.
Barbossa: [steps down the stairs] So,
tell me, what’s become of my ship? [the monkey jumps on his
shoulder and he finally takes a bite of his apple, looking well
pleased]
THE END
....
[after the credits]
[we see the dog with the keys who had
been left with the cannibals has now been made the new
chief]
