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EXT. CARIBBEAN SEA – DAY
A gray, impenetrable wall of fog. From somewhere comes the
FAINT SOUND of a LITTLE GIRL’S VOICE, singing, slow tempo,
almost under her breath.
YOUNG ELIZABETH (O.S.)
Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate’s life for me
Yo, ho, yo, ho, it’s a pirate’s life
Suddenly a massive SHIP emerges from the grey, the Winged
Victory maidenhead looming. It’s a British dreadnought,
the H.M.S. Dauntless. Formidable, frightening, twenty-five
gun ports on a side, and rail guns to boot.
EXT. H.M.S. DAUNTLESS – FORECASTLE – DAY
ELIZABETH SWANN, strawberry blond hair, stands at the bow
railing, gazing at the seas, still singing-ELIZABETH
…drink up me hearties, yo, ho…
JOSHAMEE GIBBS, who was born old, skin a dark leather,
clutches her shoulder, startling her.
Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail
these waters. You want to call
’em down on us?
Elizabeth stares wide-eyed at him.
NORRINGTON, a dashing young man, Royal Navy to the core,
glares sternly at Gibbs. Standing besides him is GOVERNOR
WEATHERBY SWAN, a man of obvious high station, brass
buttons on his thick blue jacket. He is Elizabeth’s
That will do.
She was singing about pirates.
Bad luck to sing about pirates,
with us mired in this unnatural
fog-mark my words.
Consider them marked. On your
(as he moves off)
Bad luck to have a woman on board,
too. Even a mini’ture one.
He returns to his deck-swabbing duties, surreptitiously
takes a quick swig from flask.
I think it would be rather
exciting to meet a pirate.
Think again, Miss Swan. Vile and
dissolute creatures, the lot of
them. I intend to see to it that
any man who sails under a pirate
flag, or wears a pirates brand,
gets what he deserves: a short
drop and a sudden stop.
Elizabeth doesn’t know what ‘a short drop and a sudden
stop’ means. Gibbs helpfully mimes: a man being hung.
Captain Norrington… I appreciate
your fervor, but I am concerned about
the effect this subject will have on
My apologies, Governor.
Actually, I find it all fascinating.
And that’s what concerns me. Elizabeth,
dear… we will be landing in Port
Royal very soon, and beginning our new
lives. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we
comport ourselves as befits our class
Chastised, she turns away, to look out over the bow rail.
I still think it would be exciting
to meet a pirate…
The fog still hems in the ship; very little of the sea is
visible–but suddenly, a FIGURE comes into view. A young boy,
WILL TURNER, floating on his back in the otherwise empty
water. There is nothing to show where he came from, or how
he came to be there.
Look! A boy! In the water!
Norrington and Swann spot him-NORRINGTON
Fetch a hook! Haul him out of
Quick movement and activity on the deck. Sailors use a
boathook to snag the boy he the passes. Norrington and
Swann haul him aboard, and lay him on the deck. Elizabeth
sidles in for a closer look.
He’s still breathing.
Where did he come from?
Mary mother of God …
Attention is turned away from the boy-The sea is no longer empty. WRECKAGE from a ship litters
the water… along with the bodies of its crew. What is
left of the ship’s hull BURNS, a ragged British flag
hanging limply from the stern.
The H.M.S. Dauntless slips silently through it all. The
scene calls for hushed voices.
What happened here?
An explosion in the powder magazine.
Merchant vessels run heavily armed.
Lot of good it did them…
(off Swan’s look)
Everyone’s thinking it! I’m just
saying it! Pirates!
There is no proof of that. It could
have been an accident. Captain, these
men were protection. If there is even
the slightest chance one of those poor
devils is still alive, we cannot
Of course not, Governor.
(to the crew)
Come about and strike the sails! Unlash
the boats! Gunnery crew… jackets off
Hope for the best…prepare for
(to two sailors)
Move the boy aft. We’ll need the
They lift the boy. Swann pulls Elizabeth away from the
rail, away from the hideous scene in the water.
Elizabeth, I want you to accompany
the boy. He’s in your charge now.
You’ll watch over him?
Elizabeth nods gravely. Swann hurries away to help unstow
the longboat. The sailors lay the boy gently on the poop
deck, behind the wheel, then hurry off. Elizabeth kneels
down besides the boy.
His good looks are not lost on her. She reaches out,
gently brushes the blond hair from his eyes-Suddenly, he grabs her wrist, awake now. Elizabeth is
startled, but their eyes lock. She takes his hand in hers.
My name is Elizabeth Swann.
I’m watching over you, Will.
He clutches her hands, then slips back into
His movement has opened the collar of his shirt; Elizabeth
sees he wears a chain around his neck. She tugs it free,
revealing-A GOLD MEDALLION. One side is blank. She turns it over-A SKULL gazes up at her. Vaguely Aztec in design, but to
her eyes, it means one thing only:
You’re a pirate.
She glances back at the crew. Sees Norrington, giving
orders, moving toward her.
She looks back at Will-comes to a quick decision. Takes
the medallion from around his neck. Hides it under her
Did he speak?
His name is Will Turner-that’s
all I found out.
Norrington hurries off. Elizabeth steals away to the stern
of the ship. Examines her prize-the gold medallion. A
wisp of wind, and she looks up-Out over the sea, moving through the fog, silent as a
ghost, is a large sailing ship, a schooner-It has BLACK SAILS.
Elizabeth stares, too frightened to move, or cry out.
The ship is obscured by the fog it as it passes-but not
the mizzen-top … and there hangs the frightening skull
and crossbones of the Jolly Roger.
Elizabeth looks from it to the medallion-the skull on
the flag is the same as the one on the medallion.
Fog surrounds and closes in on the black ship-except for
the black flag. As Elizabeth watches, the skull appears to
TURN and GRIN at her-Elizabeth shuts her eyes tight-EIGHT YEARS LATER
INT. GOVERNOR’S MANSION – ELIZABETH’S BEDROOM-and then snap open again, startled wide with fear.
But this is no longer twelve-year-old Elizabeth standing on
the stern of the Dauntless; this is twenty-year-old
Elizabeth, lying in bed in the dark.
She remains motionless (were the images we just saw a
nightmare, or a jumbled childhood memory?)
Elizabeth slowly looks as far out the corner of her eyes as
possible without moving. Might there be someone in the
room with her, looming over her?
She turns, ready for anything. She is alone.
Elizabeth sits up, turns up the flame on an oil lamp
besides the canopied bed. She carries the lamp across the
room to a dressing table, sits down.
She pulls one of the small drawers all the way out, reaches
into a space beneath it and removes-The MEDALLION. She has kept it all this time. It has not
lost its luster-or its sense of menace. She gazes at it
as she absently returns the draw to its place-A BOOMING knock on the door; Elizabeth jumps up, startled
knocking over her chair.
Elizabeth? Is everything all
right? Are you decent?
She puts the medallion on, throws on a dressing gown as
Swann enters, carrying a large box. A uniformed maid,
Still abed at this hour? It’s a
Estrella pulls back the heavy curtains, revealing:
Beneath a blue sky lies the bucolic town of PORT ROYAL,
built on a natural harbor. On a bluff at the mouth of the
harbor stands FORT CHARLES, its stone parapets lined with
I have a gift for you.
He opens the boxes, and displays for her a gorgeous velvet
dress. She lets out an admiring gasp.
It’s-beautiful. May I inquire
as to the occasion?
Is an occasion necessary for a father
to dote upon his daughter with gifts?
Elizabeth happily takes it, disappears behind a screenedoff
dressing area. Estrella follows, carrying the box.
Although…I did think you could
wear it to the ceremony today.
Captain Norrington’s promotion
Elizabeth peeks around the screen.
I knew it.
Or, rather, Commodore Norrington…a
fine gentleman, don’t you think?
He fancies you, you know.
Behind the screen, Elizabeth GASPS.
Elizabeth? How’s it coming?
ON ELIZABETH-She holds her hair and the medallion (still
around her neck) out of the way as the maid cinches her
into a corset over her slip. Estrella has her foot in
Elizabeth’s back as she pulls the laces tight.
Difficult … to say.
I’m told that dress is the very latest
fashion in London.
(holding her breath)
Women in London must have learned to
Estrella is finished. Elizabeth takes a breath-and
A butler appears in the doorway of the room.
Governor? A caller is here for
INT. GOVERNOR’S MANSION – FOYER – DAY
The caller, dressed in rough clothing, stands in the foyer,
looking very out of place, and knowing it. He holds a long
presentation case. He polishes the toes of his boots on
the back of his calves, but it doesn’t help.
Ah, Mr. Turner! It’s good to see
The caller turns-it is WILL TURNER. Handsome, with a
watchful demeanor that gives him weight beyond his years.
Good day, sir.
(holds out the case)
I have your order.
Swann hurries to him, opens the case. Inside is a
beautiful dress sword and scabbard. Swann takes it out
The blade is folded steel. That’s
gold filigree laid into the
handle. If I may – He takes the sword from Swann, and balances it on one
finger at the point where the blade meets the guard.
Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly
the full width of the blade..
Impressive. .. very impressive.
Commodore Norrington will be pleased,
I’m sure. Do pass my compliments on to
Will’s face falls. Clearly, the work is his, and he is
proud of it. With practiced ease, he flips the sword
around, catches it by the hilt and returns it to the case.
I shall. A craftsman is always pleased
to hear his work is appreciated-He stops speaking abruptly, staring past Swann – Elizabeth stands on the stairs. Granted, the dress may be
painful to wear, but holy smokes!
Elizabeth! You look stunning!
Will tries to speak, but can’t. He gives up, smiles to
himself, and simply nods emphatically.
Will! It’s so good to see you!
Her hand goes to the chain around her throat (the medallion
is hidden in the bodice of her dress).
I dreamt about you last night.
Will reacts with surprise:
Elizabeth, this is hardly
appropriate – ELIZABETH
(ignores her father)
About the day we met. Do you
I could never forget it, Miss
Will, how many times must I ask
you to call me ‘Elizabeth’?
At least once more, Miss Swann. As
Elizabeth is disappointed and a little hurt by his
Well said! There’s a boy who
understands propriety. Now, we must be
Swann takes the case from Will, opens the door for
Elizabeth straightens her back, gathers her skirts and
strides past Will.
Good day, Mr. Turner.
EXT. GOVERNOR’S MANSION – DAY
Swann follows Elizabeth out the door.
He watches as she is helped aboard a carriage by the
IN THE CARRIAGE: Swann glowers at his daughter.
Dear, I do hope you demonstrate a bit
more decorum in front of Commodore
Norrington. After all, it is only
through his efforts that Port Royal has
become at all civilized.
EXT. PORT ROYAL – HARBOR – DAY
The skeletal remains of four pirates, still clad in
buccaneer rags, hang from gallows erected on a rocky
promontory. There is a fifth, unoccupied gallows, bearing a
PIRATES – YE BE WARNED.
The top of a billowing sail passes regally in front of
them. On the landward face of the sail, apparently high in
the rigging, is a man for whom the term ‘swashbuckling
rogue’ was coined: Captain JACK SPARROW.
He gazes keen-eyed at the display as they pass. Raises a
tankard in salute. Suddenly, something below catches his
attention. He jumps from the rigging –and that’s when we see that his is ship is not an
imposing three-master, but just a small fishing dory with a
single sail, plowing through the water-the Jolly Mon.
And it leaks. Which is why he has the tankard: to bail.
Jack steps back to the tiller, and using a single sheet to
control the sail, and the Jolly Mon comes around the
promontory, the whole of Port Royal laid out before him.
The huge British dreadnought, H.M.S. Dauntless dominates
the bay. But Jack’s attention is on a different ship: the
H.M.S. Interceptor, a small sleek vessel with rail guns and
a mortar in the middle of the main deck. It is tied up at
the Navy landing, at the base of the cliffs below Fort
EXT. PORT ROYAL – DOCKS – DAY
Smoothly and with no wasted movement, Jack hauls down the
sail, stows it, guides the dory alongside a dock. The
HARBORMASTER, a long ledger tucked under his arm, is there
to catch a line and help Jack tie up.
If you’re out rolling scuppers in
this tub, you’re either incredibly
brave or incredibly stupid.
It’s remarkable how often those
two traits coincide.
He starts up the dock, strapping on his sword belt; besides
the scabbard, it also carries a compass, pistol and small
powder horn. The Harbormaster cuts him off.
It’s a shilling for the dock
space, and you’re going to have to
give me your name.
What do you say to three
shillings, and we forget the name?
He tosses three shillings onto the ledger. The Harbormaster
considers, then shuts the ledger on the coins, steps aside.
Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith.
Jack gives him a half-salute as he goes past. Looks across
the water toward the Interceptor-and smiles. Above the
Interceptor, among the parapets of Fort Charles, a ceremony
is underway – EXT. FORT CHARLES – DAY
With choreographed precision, Swann removes the sword and
scabbard from the presentation case, held by a uniformed
Navy man. He slides the sword into the scabbard, holds it
out vertically to Norrington, in full dress uniform.
Norrington grasps the scabbard above Swann’s hand, and
Swann lets go. Norrington draws the sword, flourishes the
sword, and snaps the blade up in front of his face. Swann
steps forward, pins a medal to Norrington’s jacket, steps
Norrington nods, turns smartly and nods to his fellow
officers, turns again and nods to the audience – dignitaries, merchants, plantation owners, their families.
Another flourish, and he returns the sword to its scabbard.
The silence is broken by loud APPLAUSE. Backslapping from
the Navy men.
In the audience, Elizabeth doesn’t look so good, out
beneath the hot sun. She applauds briefly, then winces.
Discreetly tries to adjust the corset through the material
of the dress, then resumes clapping, trying to hide her
EXT. PORT ROYAL – NAVY DOCK – DAY
Two sailors on sentry duty, MURTOGG and MULLROY, take
advantage of what little shade there is on the dock. But
when Jack saunters up, they are immediately on alert.
This dock is off-limits to
Sorry, I didn’t know.
Music drifts down from Fort Charles. Jack looks up, shields
Some sort of to-do up at the fort, eh?
You two weren’t invited?
No … someone has to make sure
this dock stays off-limits to
This must be some important boat.
Captain Norrington’s made it his
flagship. He’ll use it to hunt
down the last dregs of piracy on
the Spanish Lake.
Right. Commodore Norrington.
That’s a fine goal, I’m sure … But it
seems to me a ship like that-(indicates the Dauntless)-makes this one here just a wee
Oh, the Dauntless is the power in
these waters, true enough-but
there’s no ship that can match the
Interceptor for speed.
That so? I’ve heard of one, supposed to
be fast, nigh uncatchable … the Black
Mullroy scoffs at the name.
There’s no real ship as can match
The Black Pearl is a real ship.
No, it’s not.
Yes it is. I’ve seen it.
You’ve seen it?
You’ve seen the Black Pearl?
You haven’t seen it.
Yes, I have.
You’ve seen a ship with black sails
that’s crewed by the damned and
captained by a man so evil that hell
itself spat him back out?
… No .
But I’ve seen a ship with black sails.
Oh, and no ship that’s not crewed by
the damned and captained by a man so
evil hell itself spat him back out
could possibly have black sails and
therefore couldn’t possibly be any ship
other than the Black Pearl. Is that
what you’re saying?
(turns back to Jack)
Like I said, there’s no real ship
as can match-Hey!
But Jack’s not there. Murtogg and Mullroy look around, spot – Jack standing at the wheel of the Interceptor, casually
examining the mechanism.
Jack looks over in exaggeratedly innocent surprise. The
sailors hurry toward the gangplank.
Get away from there! You don’t
have permission to be aboard
Jack spreads his hands in apology.
I’m sorry. It’s just such a pretty
The sailors study him suspiciously.
What’s your name?
What’s your business in Port
Royal, ‘Mr. Smith’ ?
And no lies!
None? Very well. You’ve rumbled
me. I confess: I intend to
commandeer one of these ships,
pick up a crew in Tortuga, and go
out on the account, do a little
I said, no lies.
I think he’s telling the truth.
He’s not telling the truth.
He may be.
If he were telling the truth he
wouldn’t have told us.
Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn’t
believe the truth if he told it to you.
Murtogg and Mullroy consider that point-EXT. FORT CHARLES – DAY
Elizabeth, pale and perspiring, fans herself weakly,
oblivious to the music and chatter.
May I have a moment?
He extends his arm. She takes it. He walks her away from
the party, toward the parapet. A rather too long of a
silence as Norrington works up his courage.
You look lovely. Elizabeth.
Elizabeth frowns, unable to focus. Norrington mistakes her
expression as disapproval.
I apologize if I seem forward-but I must speak my mind.
(working up his
confidence to do so)
This promotion confirms that I have
accomplished the goals I set for myself
in my career. But it also casts into
sharp relief that which I have not
achieved. The thing all men most
require: a marriage to a fine woman.
You have become a fine woman,
I can’t breathe.
I’m a bit nervous, myself-Elizabeth loses her balance, stumbles away from Norrington.
She reaches a hand out to the parapet to steady herself,
but it slides off –and then she vanishes over the wall. Gone.
EXT. PORT ROYAL – NAVY DOCKS – DAY
Jack reacts, pushes Murtogg aside to see – Elizabeth plummets from the top of the cliff. It seems to
take her a long time to reach the sea-Elizabeth hits the water, narrowly missing the sharp rocks.
A wave breaks, and then she is washed out away from the
cliff, struggling feebly.
AT THE FORT, Norrington looks down-NORRINGTON ELIZABETH!
He leaps to the top of the parapet, prepared to dive-a
lieutenant, GILLETTE catches his arm.
The rocks, sir! It’s a miracle she
Norrington shakes off his arm, looks down-and realizes
Gillette is right. He jumps down and runs-EXT. PORT ROYAL – NAVY DOCKS – DAY
Jack, Murtogg and Mullroy are still in shock from the
Aren’t you going to save her?
I can’t swim.
Murtogg shakes his head-neither does he.
(rolls his eyes)
Above where Elizabeth struggles in the water. Norrington
and several other men pick their way down the cliffs. They
are too far away to get to her in time.
Jack scowls. He has no choice-and it pisses him off.
He pulls a pistol from his sword belt, hands it to Murtogg;
then hands the belt to Mullroy.
Don’t lose these.
And then he dives into the water, swims toward Elizabeth.
Elizabeth struggles to keep above water, gasping for air ‘-
then a swell rolls over her, and she is submerged – UNDERWATER, Elizabeth drifts down, unconscious. The current
turns her, and the MEDALLION slips loose from her bodice.
The MEDALLION turns slowly, until the SKULL is fully
visible. A shaft of filtered sunlight hits it, and it
GLINTS – EXT. PORT ROYAL – VARIOUS – DAY
FORT CHARLES: The British flag flies, blown from an
offshore breeze. Suddenly the wind dies, and the flag goes
ON THE DOCKS: Wood and metal fittings on lines bang against
masts. The wind dies, and there is silence.
ON THE EDGE OF TOWN: A CARIBE WOMAN feeds clucking
chickens, frowns when they all suddenly go quiet …
IN THE VILLAGE: A weather vane moves slightly in the wind.
The wind stops, and all is still. And then …
… the weather vane TURNS, and holds steady-the wind
has picked up again, but now blows .from the sea toward the
l)ON THE BEACH: an OLD SALT pulls a rope line, pauses.
Turns and gazes to the sky, frowning. The mangy hound at
his side starts BARKING incessantly – ON THE DOCKS: The lines bang against the other sides of the
masts, the wind far stronger now.
FORT CHARLES: the British flag flies in the opposite
direction, snapping in the new onshore breeze.
EXT. PORT ROYAL – CLIFFSIDE – DAY
Norrington rushes down, intent on the climb. Beyond him,
past the rocky point, far out to sea, FOG gathers – EXT. PORT ROYAL – OCEAN – DAY
UNDERWATER: the medallion hangs below Elizabeth’s unmoving
form – – and then Jack is there. He wraps an arm around her
and makes for the surface.
ON THE SURFACE, Jack swims toward the dock, struggling. It
is .: far more difficult than it should be. He stops
stroking, and they submerge.
UNDERWATER: Jack realizes that it is Elizabeth’s heavy
velvet dress that is weighing them down. He pulls at the
buttons on the back, and they give way. He skins her out of
the dress, and kicks away from it.
The dress falls like a cloud into darkness – ON THE SURFACE: Jack swims with Elizabeth, much more
AT THE DOCK, Murtogg and Mullroy are there to help haul
Elizabeth out of the water.
Jack climbs up, exhausted. Elizabeth is on her back;
Murtogg holds her arms above her head, pumping them.
Mullroy puts his cheek to her nose and mouth.
Murtogg looks down; it seems hopeless. Jack steps up,
drawing Murtogg’s knife from its sheath.
He pushes past Mullroy, kneels over Elizabeth, raises the
knife-Murtogg is shocked – Jack slits the corset down the middle, yanks it away.
Elizabeth remains still. And then-she coughs up water
and gasps, choking on her first full breath. Jack is
I never would have thought of
Clearly, you’ve never been to
Jack flips the knife and hands it hilt-first to Murtogg – and that’s when he spots – The MEDALLION. Jack catches it up in his “hand.
Where did you get this?
Before Elizabeth can answer, the BLADE of a SWORD is at
Jack’s THROAT-Norrington’s new ceremonial sword, in
fact, looking bright and sharp.
On your feet.
It looks bad-Jack standing over Elizabeth, most of her
clothes gone. He gets to his feet. The rest of Elizabeth’s
erstwhile rescuers reach the scene, including Swann.
Elizabeth! Are you all right?
He strips off his jacket, drapes it around her.
Yes-yes, I’m fine-Commodore
Norrington, do you intend to kill
Norrington looks at Jack. Jack nods as best he can with a
blade beneath his chin. Norrington sheathes his sword, and
extends his hand.
I believe thanks are in order.
Jack takes Norrington’s hand gingerly. They shake –and Norrington tightens his grip, yanks Jack’s arm
toward him, then tears back the sleeve of Jack’s shirt –exposing a BRAND on Jack’s inner wrist: a large ‘P.’
Had a brush-up with the East India
Trading Company, did you … pirate?
The others react in shock, but the sailors are well-trained-in an instant, half a dozen pistols are aimed at Jack. He
stands there, still holding the corset.
Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette,
fetch some irons.
Norrington notices something else-below the ‘P’ brand is
a tattoo: a small bird in flight across water.
Well, well… Jack Sparrow, isn’t it?
Captain Jack Sparrow. If you please.
Norrington looks out at the bay.
I don’t see your ship-Captain.
He said he’d come to commandeer one.
I told you he was telling the truth.
These are his, sir.
He holds out Jack’s pistol and belt. Norrington takes the
pistol, examines it, notes the powder horn on Jack’s belt.
Extra powder, but no additional shot.
Jack shrugs. Norrington unhooks the compass from the belt,
opens it. He frowns at the reading. Moves the compass this
way and that, keeping it parallel to the ground.
It doesn’t bear true.
Jack looks away, a bit embarrassed. Norrington returns the
compass to the belt. Draws the sword half from the
I half-expected it to be made of wood.
He slides it back into the scabbard, hands it to Mullroy.
Taking stock: you’ve got a pistol with
only one shot, a compass that doesn’t
point north … and no ship. You are
without a doubt the worst pirate I have
ever heard of.
Ah, but you have heard of me.
Gillette returns with shackles, approaches Jack.
Elizabeth steps forward. Swann’s jacket slips off her. She
is unconcerned, but he is intent on putting it back on her.
Commodore, I must protest. Pirate or
not, this man saved my life.
One good deed is not enough to redeem a
man of a lifetime of wickedness.
Gillette snaps the manacles closed on Jack’s wrists.
But it seems to be enough to condemn
Now that Jack is safely chained, Norrington nods to his
men. All but one stow their weapons, and two step forward – JACK
Lightning-quick, he snaps the corset around the hand and
wrist of the man holding the pistol and yanks. The pistol
sails into the water. Before anyone can react to that, Jack
has the manacle chain wrapped around Elizabeth’s throat.
Pistols are drawn again, but now Elizabeth serves as a
shield. Norrington raises a cautioning hand to his men.
(backing away, toward land)
Commodore Norrington … my pistol and
Norrington hesitates, balls his fists in frustration.
Mullroy hands the pistol and belt to Norrington. Norrington
holds them out to Jack.
Elizabeth-it is Elizabeth?
Elizabeth is more angry than frightened.
ELIZABETH Miss Swann.
Miss Swann, if you’ll be so kind?
She takes the belt and pistol from Norrington-Jack’s
quicker than she is, and takes the pistol from her. He
jerks her around so she is facing him, belly to belly.
Now, if you’ll be very kind?
She figures out what he wants: put the belt on him.
(as she works)
You are despicable.
I saved your life; now you’ve
saved mine. We’re square.
Done. He turns her again, and then backs up until he bumps
against the cargo gantry.
Gentleman. .. m’ lady. .. you will
always remember this as the day
you almost caught Captain Jack
He shoves Elizabeth away, grabs a rope and pulls free a
belaying pin-a counterweight drops and Jack is lifted up
to the middle of the gantry, where he grabs a second rope – Pistols fire-and miss. Jack swings out, out, out, away
and around from the gantry.
Norrington has held his shot. With careful aim, he tracks
Jack drops from the rope even as Norrington FIRES. His shot
tears the rope –as Jack plummets past one of the gantry’s guy lines, he
snaps the length of manacle chain over the line and grabs
hold of the far loop-slides down the line –drops to the deck of a ship. He runs, leaping to another
ship, then out of sight – NORRINGTON
On his heels! Gillette, bring a
squad down from the fort!
Elizabeth, are you – ELIZABETH
Yes, I’m all right, I’m fine! Go
Norrington’s taken aback by her ire, and wisely hurries
away. Swann drapes his coat around Elizabeth.
Here, dear … you should wear this.
Elizabeth shivers, finding suddenly that she is cold.
Glances out at the bay –where a THICK FOG moves across the top of the water. She
takes the jacket.
Thank you, Father … and let that
be the last of your fashion
But she accepts his comforting embrace.
EXT. PORT ROYAL – TOWN – ALLEY – DAY
The fog creeps through, casting an eerie twilight pall. An
armed search party moves along the street. They glance down
On the far side is another search party. The men nod to
each other, continue on.
A moment, and then Jack drops from his hiding place beneath
the eaves of a building. He still wears the manacles.
Across the street is a shop with barn doors, a pass-thru
door set in the middle. Above is a sign with a black anvil.
INT. BLACKSMITH’S FORGE – DAY
Jack slips in through the door, takes a look around:
No windows. The forge is dark, lit by lanterns. Work-inprogress
is scattered about: wagon wheels, wrought iron
gates, pipes-even a cannon with a crack in it. But every
tool is in place; the workbench is tidy and neat.
Jack is startled by a noise: MISTER BROWN, in a
blacksmith’s apron, snores in the corner, cradling a
bottle. Jack gives him a hard poke. Another. Brown snorts,
Satisfied, Jack sheathes his sword, takes a short-handled
sledge from its place on the wall. Moves to the glowing
coke furnace in the middle of the room.
Slowly… he holds his right hand over the furnace, the
chain down in the embers. The chain begins to GLOW. Jack
sweats, grimaces at the pain – Moving quickly, he wraps the chain around the nose of an
anvil, brings the sledge down with a fast, hard stroke on
the glowing links. One SHATTERS. Jack drops the sledge,
plunges his manacled hand in a bucket of water. Steam
Jack pulls his hand out, flexes it. Blisters form beneath
the manacle-but his hands are free.
The SOUND of the latch on the door-Jack dives for cover.
Will enters the forge, shuts the door behind him. Spots the
drunken Mister Brown in the corner.
Right where I left you.
Something catches his eye: an empty peg on the wall. The
sledge lying beside the anvil.
(under his breath)
Not where I left you.
He moves casually toward the sledge. Then grabs for it-but the flat of a sword blade slaps his hand. Will jumps
Jack stands there, sword leveled at Will. He backs Will up,
toward the door. Will glares at him.
WILL (CONT’ D)
(voice low and tight)
You’re the one they’re hunting.
Jack acknowledges it with a tip of his head … then
frowns, regards Will.
You look familiar … Have I ever
threatened you before?
I’ve made a point of avoiding
familiarity with pirates.
Ah. Then it would be a shame to
put a black mark on your record.
So if you’ll excuse me …
Beside the door is a grindstone, a sword resting in
the honing guide. Before Jack can react, Will has it
Do you think this is wise, boy?
Crossing blades with a pirate?
You threatened Miss Swann.
Only a little.
In response, Will assumes an en garde position. Jack
appraises him, unhappy to see Will knows what he’s doing.
Jack attacks. The two men stand in one place, trading
feints, thrusts and parries with lightning speed, almost
impossible to follow. Will has no trouble matching Jack.
You know what you’re doing, I’ll
give you that … Excellent form
… But how’s your footwork? If I
step here – He takes a step around an imaginary circle. Will steps the
other way, maintaining his relationship to Jack.
Very good! And if I step again,
you step again. . .
(continuing to step
around the circle)
And so we circle, circle, like
dogs we circle. . .
They are now exactly opposite their initial positions.
Jack turns and heads for the door, now directly behind him.
Will registers angry surprise-and then with a vicious
overhand motion, he throws his sword –the sword buries itself into the door, just above the
latch, barely missing Jack. Jack registers it, then pulls
on the latch, but it won’t move up-the sword is in the
Jack rattles the latch. Tugs on the sword a few times-it
is really stuck in there. Jack mouths a curse, but when he
turns back to Will, he’s smiling.
JACK (CONT’ D)
That’s a good trick. Except, once
again, you are between me and the
(points his sword at the
And now you have no weapon.
Eyes on Jack, Will simply picks up a new sword from an
anvil. Jack slumps in dismay-but then leaps forward.
Will and Jack duel. Their blades flash and ring. Suddenly,
Jack swings the chain still manacled to his left hand at
Will’s head. Will ducks it, comes up wide-eyed.
Then Jack’s chain smashes across Will’s sword, disarming
Will quickly picks up another sword. Jack becomes aware
that the entire room is filled with bladed weapons: swords,
knives, boarding axes in various stages of completion.
Who makes all these?
I do. And I practice with them. At
least three hours a day.
You need to find yourself a girl.
(Will sets his jaw)
Or maybe the reason you practice
three hours a day is you’ve found
one-but can’t get her?
A direct hit-and Will coils even more tightly with
No. I practice three hours a day
so that when I meet a pirate … I
can kill him.
He explodes: kicks a rack, causing a sword to fall into his
hand; uses his foot to bring his dropped sword into the
air, catches it-and attacks Jack, both blades flashing.
Jack parries with sword and chain. Jack’s chain wraps
around Will’s sword; Will twists the handle of his guard
through a link, and stabs the sword up into the ceiling – So Jack’s manacled left arm is now suspended from the
ceiling. Not good. He parries using one hand, twisting and
dodging around the furnace – Jack compresses the bellows, blowing a SHOWER OF SPARKS
into Will’s face. Jack grabs the chain, hoists himself up,
kicks with his feet, knocking Will back.
Jack uses his full weight, yanks the sword from the
ceiling. Hurls a wooden mallet at Will, then a second,
hitting Will on the wrist. Will drops his sword, falls
down, gets up – Jack’s pistol is aimed directly between Will’s eyes.
Will steps back, directly in front of the back exit.
Glares, rubs his wrist gingerly.
(smiles; what do you expect?)
Jack steps forward. Will steps back, fully blocking the
No. I can not just step aside and
let you escape.
Jack cocks the pistol. Will stares back. The stand-off
lasts for a long moment.
You’re lucky, boy-this shot’s
not meant for you.
Jack uncocks the pistol. Will is surprised, reassesses Jack – Suddenly, Mister Brown SLAMS his bottle against Jack’s
skull. Jack crumples to the ground.
The front and back doors smash open, and SAILORS fill the
room. Norrington pushes forward, sees Jack on the ground.
Excellent work, Mister Brown.
You’ve aided in the capture of a
Just doing my civic duty.
Jack groans. Norrington stands over him, smiles.
I believe you will always remember
this as the day Captain Jack
Sparrow almost escaped.
Norrington’s men haul Jack away. Will watches them go.
Brown looks at his bottle-broken.
That ratter broke my bottle.
EXT. PORT ROYAL – NIGHT
The thick fog blankets the entire bay now, and the town.
The only structure visible is Fort Charles, high on the
bluff, like a tall ship sailing a sea of grey.
Above the Fort is a clear black sky sprinkled with stars. A
waxing moon shines, giving both Fort and fog an eerie glow.
ANGLE – FORT CHARLES,
just below the stone parapets of the fort, visible briefly
deep in the fog, like a shark fin slicing through the
water: the TOPMAST of a ship, BLACK SAILS billowing. Flying
from the mast is a flag with white Aztec skull.
The Black Pearl has come to Port Royal.
INT. GOVERNOR’S MANSION – ELIZABETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
A maid removes a bed warmer from the fireplace, slides it
between the sheets at the end of Elizabeth’s bed.
Nice and toasty. Thank you,
The maid nods, exits. Elizabeth opens a book, begins
reading, toying absently with the medallion chain around
The lamp flame begins to diminish. Elizabeth tries to turn
it up. No good. The flame goes out, and the room is black.
INT. BLACKSMITH’S FORGE – NIGHT
Will, shirtless, wearing a leather apron, heats an iron
ingot at the furnace, hammers it flat-he stops.
His attention is drawn to the window. He opens the shutter
and peers out-nothing but fog. Almost without noticing,
he reaches for a boarding axe hanging on the wall. Takes it
down; it has a satisfying weight in his hands.
INT. CELL BLOCK – NIGHT
CLOSE ON: A mutt of a dog, holding a ring of keys in his
Three seedy-looking prisoners try to coax the dog to their
cell door. One holds a loop of rope; another waggles a
bone. The dog just sits and cocks its head.
Come here, boy… Want a nice,
In an adjoining cell, Jack lies on a pile of straw.
You can keep doing that forever,
that dog’s never going to move.
Excuse us if we ain’t resigned
ourselves to the gallows just yet.
EXT. FORT CHARLES – PARAPETS – NIGHT
A noose hangs from a gallows in the courtyard. Norrington
and Swann walk along the far wall.
Has my daughter given you an
No. She hasn’t.
Well, she had a taxing day…
Ghastly weather tonight.
Bleak. Very bleak.
From the distance, there is a BOOM – SWANN
What was that?-and then the WHISTLE of an incoming ball-NORRINGTON
He tackles Swann as the wall of the parapet EXPLODES-INT. CELL BLOCK – NIGHT
Jack sits up. There are more BOOMS – JACK
I know those guns!
He peers out through the bars of the window. The other
prisoners crowd around their window as well.
It’s the Black Pearl.
The Black Pearl? I’ve heard
stories … she’s been preying on
ships and settlements for near ten
years … and never leaves any
There are a lot of stories about
the Black Pearl.
EXT. PORT ROYAL – HARBOR – NIGHT
The Black Pearl still cannot be seen-but the fog lights
up around her with each boom of her guns. She’s firing on
both sides now, hammering both the fort and the town.