Pirates of the Caribbean – Dead Man’s 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.
