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, Master Gibbs. 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 of Davy 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 from Will] 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 Will carry 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 for Davy 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? [the Sailor 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 Jack backs 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 Jack Sparrow’? [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 honest Sailor 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? [the Crew 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?
