Pirates of the Caribbean – the Curse of the Black Pearl

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Movie Title: Pirates of the Caribbean


Screenwriter(s): Ted Elliot, Terry Rossio


Draft Date: Unspecified


Genre(s): Action, Adventure, Comedy


FADE IN:


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 for me …


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 the side, and rail guns to boot.


EXT. H.M.S. DAUNTLESS – FORECASTLE – DAY


ELIZABETH SWANN, strawberry blonde hair, stands at the bow
rail, gazing at the sea, still singing-

ELIZABETH
… drink up me hearties, yo, ho …


JOSHAMEE GIBBS, who was born old, skin a dark leather, clutches
her shoulder, startling her.

GIBBS
(sotto)
Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail
these waters. You want to call ’em
down on us?


Elizabeth stares wide-eyed at him.

NORRINGTON
Mr. Gibbs.


NORRINGTON, a dashing young man, Royal Navy to the core, glares
sternly at Gibbs. Standing beside him is GOVERNOR WEATHERBY
SWANN, a man of obvious high station, brass buttons on his
thick blue jacket. He is Elizabeth’s father.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
That will do.

GIBBS
She was singing about pirates. Bad
luck to sing about pirates, with
us mired in this unnatural fog-
mark my words.

NORRINGTON
Consider them marked. On your way.

GIBBS
‘Aye, Lieutenant.
(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 a flask.

ELIZABETH
I think it would be rather exciting
to meet a pirate.

NORRINGTON
Think again, Miss Swann. 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 pirate 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.

SWANN
Captain Norrington… I appreciate
your fervor, but I am concerned
about the effect this subject will
have on my daughter.

NORRINGTON
My apologies, Governor.

ELIZABETH
Actually, I find it all fascinating.

SWANN
And that’s what concerns me.
Elizabeth, we will be landing in
Port Royal soon, and beginning our
new lives. Wouldn’t it be wonderful
if we comport ourselves as befits
our class and station?

ELIZABETH
Yes, father.


Chastised, she turns away, to look out over the bow rail.

ELIZABETH (CONT’D)
(to herself)
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.

ELIZABETH (CONT’D)
Look! A boy! There’s a boy in the
water!


Norrington and Swann spot him-

NORRINGTON
Man overboard!

ELIZABETH
Boy overboard!

NORRINGTON
Fetch a hook-haul him out of
there!


Quick movement and activity on deck. Sailors use a boathook to
snag the boy when he passes. Norrington and Swann haul him
aboard, and lay him on the deck. Elizabeth sidles in for a
closer look.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
He’s still breathing.

SWANN
Where did he come from?

GIBBS
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.

SWANN
What happened here?

NORRINGTON
An explosion in the powder magazine.
Merchant vessels run heavily armed.

GIBBS
Lot of good it did them …
(off Swann’s look)
Everyone’s thinking it! I’m just
saying it! Pirates!

SWANN
There is no proof of that. It could
have been an accident. Captain,
these men were my protection. If
there is even the slightest chance
one of those poor devils is still
alive, we cannot abandon them!

NORRINGTON
Of course not.
(to a sailor)
Rouse the Captain, immediately.
(to the crew)
Come about and strike the sails!
Unlash the boats! Gunnery crew …
jackets off the cannons!
(to Swann)
Hope for the best…prepare for the
worst.
(to two sailors)
Move the boy aft. We’ll need the
deck clear.


They lift the boy. Swann pulls Elizabeth away from the rail,
away from the hideous scene in the water.

SWANN
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, they hurry off. Elizabeth kneels down beside
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.

ELIZABETH
My name is Elizabeth Swann.

YOUNG WILL
Will Turner.

ELIZABETH
I’m watching over you, Will.


He clutches her hands, then slips back into unconsciousness.


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 can mean one thing only-

ELIZABETH (CONT’D)
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 coat.


Norrongton arrives.

NORRINGTON
Did he speak?

ELIZABETH
His name is Will Turner-that’s
all I found out.

NORRINGTON
Very good.


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 dea, 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 as it passes-but not the
mizzen-top … and there hangs the frightening skull and
corssbones 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 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 beside 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 the chair.

SWANN (O.S.)
Elizabeth? Is everything all right?
Are you decent?

ELIZABETH
Yes-yes.


She puts on the medallion, throws a dressing gown on as Swann
enters, carrying a large box. A uniformed maid, ESTRELLA,
follows.

SWANN
Still abed at this hour? It’s a
beautiful day!


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 cannons.

SWANN (CONT’D)
I have a gift for you.


He opens the box, and displays for her a gorgeous velvet
dress. She lets out an admiring gasp.

ELIZABETH
It’s-beautiful. May I inquire as
to the occasion?

SWANN
Is an occasion necessary for a
father to dote upon his daughter
with gifts?


Elizabeth happily takes it, goes behind a screened-off dressing
area. Estrella follows, carrying the box.

SWANN (CONT’D)
Although … I did think you could
wear it to the ceremony today.

ELIZABETH (O.S.)
Ceremony?

SWANN
Captain Norrington’s promotion
ceremony.


Elizabeth peeks around the screen.

ELIZABETH
I knew it.

SWANN
Or, rather, Commodore Norrington
… a fine gentleman, don’t you
think?
(no answer)
He fancies you, you know.


Behind the screen, Elizabeth GASPS.

SWANN (CONT’D)
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.

ELIZABETH
Difficult … to say.

SWANN (O.S.)
I’m told that dress is the very
latest fashion in London.

ELIZABETH
(holding her breath)
Women in London must have learned
to not breathe.


Estrella is finished. Elizabeth takes a breath-and winces.


A butler appears in the doorway of the room.

BUTLER
Governor? A caller is here for you.


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.

SWANN
Ah, Mr. Turner! It’s good to see
you again!


The caller turns-it is WILL TURNER. Handsome, with a watchful
demeanor that gives him a weight beyond his years.

WILL
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 reverently.

WILL (CONT’D)
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.

WILL (CONT’D)
Perfectly balanced. The tang is
nearly the full width of the blade.

SWANN
Impressive … very impressive.
Commodore Norrington will be
pleased, I’m sure. Do pass my
compliments on to your master.


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.

WILL
(bows slightly)
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!

SWANN
Elizabeth! You look stunning!


Will tries to speak, but can’t. He gives up, smiles to himself,
and simply nods emphatically.

ELIZABETH
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).

ELIZABETH (CONT’D)
I dreamt about you last night.


Will reacts with surprise: “Really?”

SWANN
Elizabeth, this is hardly
appropriate-
ELIZABETH
(ignores her father)
About the day we met. Do you
remember?

WILL
I could never forget it, Miss Swann.

ELIZABETH
Will, how many times must I ask you
to call me ‘Elizabeth’?

WILL
At least once more, Miss Swann.
As always.


Elizabeth is disappointed and little hurt by his responce.

SWANN
Well said! There’s a boy who
understands propriety. Now, we must
be going.


Swann takes the case from Will, opens the door for Elizabeth.


Elizabeth straightens her back, gathers her skirts and strides
past Will.

ELIZABETH
Good day, Mr. Turner.


EXT. GOVERNOR’S MANSION – DAY


Swann follows Elizabeth out the door.

WILL
Good day.


He watches as she is helped aboard a carriage by the driver.

WILL (CONT’D)
(to himself)
Elizabeth.


IN THE CARRIAGE: Swann glowers at his daughter.

SWANN
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 gallow, bearing a sign:


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 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 dreadnaught, 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 mortor
in the middle of the main deck. It is tied up at the Navy
landing, at the base of the cliffs below Fort Charles.


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 the line
and help Jack tie up.

HARBORMASTER
If you’re rolling scuppers in this
tub, you’re either incredibly brave
or incredibly stupid.

JACK
It’s remarkable how often those
two traits coincide.


He starts up the dock, starpping on his sword belt; besides the
scabbard, it also carries a compass, pistol and small powder
horn. The Harbormaster cuts him off.

HARBORMASTER
It’s a shilling for the dock space,
and you’re going to have to give me
your name.

JACK
What do you sat 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.

HARBORMASTER
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 percision, 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 back.


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 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. Discretely
tries to adjust the corset through the material of the dress,
then resumes clapping, trying to hide her discomfort.


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.

MURTOGG
This dock is off-limits to
civilians.

JACK
Sorry, I didn’t know.


Music drifts down from Fort Charles. Jack looks up, shields his
eyes.

JACK (CONT’D)
Some sort of to-do up at the fort,
eh? You two weren’t invited?

MURTOGG
No … somone has to make sure this
dock stays off-limits to civilians.

JACK
This must be some important boat.

MULLROY
Ship.

JACK
Ship.

MURTOGG
Captain Norrington’s made it his
flagship. He’ll use it to hunt
down the last dregs of piracy on
the Spanish Lake.

MULLOY
Commodore.

MURTOGG
Right. Commodore Norrington.

JACK
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
superflous.

MURTOGG
Oh, the Dauntless is the power in
these waters, true enough-but
there’s no ship that can match the
Interceptor for speed.

JACK
That so? I’ve heard of one,
supposed to be fast, neigh
uncatchable … the Black Pearl?


Mullroy scoffs at the name.

MULLROY
There’s no real ship as can match
the Interceptor.

MURTOGG
The Black Pearl is a real ship.

MULLROY
No, it’s not.

MURTOGG
Yes it is. I’ve seen it.

MULLROY
You’ve seen it?

MURTOGG
Yes.

MULLROY
You’ve seen the Black Pearl?

MURTOGG
Yes.

MULLROY
You haven’t seen it.

MURTOGG
Yes, I have.

MULLROY
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?

MURTOGG
… No.

MULLROY
No.

MURTOGG
But I’ve seen a ship with black
sails.

MULLROY
Oh, and no ship that’s not crewed
by the damned and captained by a
man so evil that 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?

MURTOGG
… no.

MULLROY
(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.

MULLROY (CONT’D)
You!


Jack looks over in exaggeratedly innocent surprise. The
sailors hurry toward the gangplank.

MULLROY (CONT’D)
Get away from there! You don’t
have permission to be aboard there!


Jack spreads his hands in apology.

JACK
I’m sorry. It’s just such a pretty
boat. Ship.


The sailors study him suspiciously.

MURTOGG
What’s your name?

JACK
Smith.

MULLROY
What’s your business in Port Royal,
‘Mr. Smith’?

MURTOGG
And no lies!

JACK
None? Very well. You rumbled me.
I confess: I intend to commandeer
one of these ships, pick up a crew
in Tortuga, and go on the account,
do a little honest pirating.

MURTOGG
I said, no lies.

MULLROY
I think he’s telling the truth.

MURTOGG
He’s not telling the truth.

MULLROY
He may be.

MURTOGG
If he were telling truth he
wouldn’t have told us.

JACK
Unless, of course, he knew you
wouldn’t believe the truth if he
told you it.


Murtogg and Mullroy consider that point-
EXT. FORT CHARLES – DAY


Elizabeth, pale and perspiring, fans herself weakly, oblivious
to the music and chatter.

NORRINGTON
May I have a moment?


He extends his hand. 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.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
(a burst)
You look lovely. Elizabeth.


Elizabeth frowns, unable to focus. Norrington mistakes her
expression as disapproval.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
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.
(beat)
You have become a fine woman,
Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH
I can’t breathe.

NORRINGTON
(smiles)
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.

ELIZABETH
Elizabeth!


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 to reach the sea-
Elizabeth hits the water, narrowly missing the sharp rocks. A
wave breakes, 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.

GILLETTE
The rocks, sir! It’s a miracle she
missed them!


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 sight.

JACK
Aren’t you going to save her?

MULLROY
I can’t swim.


Murtogg shakes his head-neither does he.

JACK
(rolls his eyes)
Sailors.


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.

JACK (CONT’D)
Fine.


He pulls a pistol from his sword belt, hands it to Murtogg;
then hands the belt to Mullroy.

JACK (CONT’D)
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 limp.


ON THE DOCKS: Wood and metal fittings on the lines bang against
masts. The wind dies, and there is silence.


ON THE EDGE OF TOWN: A CARIBE WOMAN feeds clucking chikens,
frowns when they all suddenly go quit …


IN THE VILLAGE: A weather vane moves slightly in the wind. The
wind stops, and all is still. And then …


… the weather vanes TURNS, and holds steady-the wind has
picked up again, but now blows from the sea toward the land.


ON THE BEACH: an OLD SALT pulls a rope line, pauses. Turns and
gazes at 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 quickly.


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.

MULLROY
Not breathing.


Murtogg looks down; it seems hopeless. Jack steps up, drawing
Murtogg’s knife from its sheath.

JACK
Move.


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 relieved.

MULLROY
I never would have thought of that.

JACK
Clearly, you’ve never been to
Singapore.


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.

JACK (CONT’D)
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.

NORRINGTON
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.

SWANN
Elizabeth! Are you all right?


He strips off his jacket, drapes it around her.

ELIZABETH
Yes-yes, I’m fine-Commodore
Norrington, do you intend to kill
my rescuer?


Norrington looks at Jack. Jack nods as best he can with a blade
beneath his chin. Norrington sheathes his sword, and extends
his hand.

NORRINGTON
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.’

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
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.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
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.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
Well, well… Jack Sparrow, isn’t
it?

JACK
Captain Jack Sparrow. If you
please.


Norrington looks out at the bay.

NORRINGTON
I don’t see your ship-Captain.

MURTOGG
He said he’d come to commandeer
one.

MULLROY
(to Murtogg)
I told you he was telling the
truth.
(currying favor)
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.

NORRINGTON
(to Jack)
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.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
It doesn’t bear true.


Jack looks away, a bit embarrassed. Norrington returns the
compass to the belt. Draws the sword half from the scabbard.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
I half-expected it to be made of
wood.


He slides it back into the scabbard, hands it to Mullroy.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
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.

JACK
Ah, but you have heard of me.


Gillette returns with shackles, approaches Jack.

NORRINGTON
Carefully, lieutenant.


Elizabeth steps forward. Swann’s jacket slips off her. She is
unconcerned, but he is intent on putting it back on her.

ELIZABETH
Commodore, I must protest. Pirate
or not, this man saved my life.

NORRINGTON
One good deed is not enough to
redeem a man of a lifetime of
wickedness.


Gillette snaps the manacles closed on Jack’s wrists.

JACK
But it seems to be enough to
condemn him.

NORRINGTON
(smiles)
Indeed.


Now that Jack is safely chained, Norrington nods to his men.
All but one stow their weapons, and two step forward-

JACK
Finally.


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.

JACK (CONT’D)
(backing away, toward
land)
Commodore Norrington … my pistol
and belt, please.


Norrington hesitates, balls his fists in frustration.

JACK (CONT’D)
Commodore!


Mullroy hands the pistol and belt to Norrington. Norrington
holds them out to Jack.

JACK (CONT’D)
Elizabeth-it is Elizabeth?


Elizabeth is more angry than frightened.

ELIZABETH
Miss Swann.

JACK
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.

JACK (CONT’D)
Now, if you’ll be very kind?


She figures out what he wants: put the belt on him.

ELIZABETH
(as she works)
You are despicable.

JACK
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.

JACK (CONT’D)
Gentlemen … m’lady … you will
always remember this as the day you
almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.


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 from
and around the gantry.


Norrington has held his shot. With careful aim, he tracks
Jack’s trajectory-
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 the 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!
(to Elizabeth)
Elizabeth, are you-
ELIZABETH
Yes, I’m all right, I’m fine! Go
capture him.


Norrington’s taken aback by her ire, and wisely hurries away.
Swann drapes his coat around Elizabeth.

SWANN
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.

ELIZABETH
Thank you, Father … and let that
be the last of your fashion advice,
please.


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 an
alley-
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 through the door, takes a look around:


No windows. The forge is dark, lit by lanterns. Work-in-
progress 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, turns away.


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 billows.


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.

WILL
Right where I left you.


Something catches his eye: an empty peg on the wall. The sledge
lying beside the anvil.

WILL (CONT’D)
(under his breath)
Not where I left you.


He moves casually toward the sledge. The grabs for it-but
the flat of a sword blade slaps his hand. Will jumps back.


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.
The pirate.


Jack acknowledges it with the tip of his head … then frowns,


regards Will.

JACK
You look familiar … Have I ever
threatened you before?

WILL
I’ve made a point of avoiding
familiarity with pirates.

JACK
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 in hand.

JACK (CONT’D)
Do you think this is wise, boy?
Crossing blades with a pirate?

WILL
You threatened Miss Swann.

JACK
Only a little.


In responce, 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.

JACK (CONT’D)
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 with Jack.

JACK (CONT’D)
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 (CONT’D)
Ta!


Jack turns and heads for the door, now directly behind him.


Will registers with 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 way.


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
way out.
(points his sword at
the back door)
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 he 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 him.


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.

JACK (CONT’D)
Who makes all these?

WILL
I do. And I practice with them.
At least three hours a day.

JACK
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 anger.

WILL
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.

WILL (CONT’D)
You cheated.

JACK
(smiles; what did you
expect?)
Pirate.


Jack steps forward. Will steps back, fully blocking the door.

JACK (CONT’D)
Move away.

WILL
No.

JACK
Move!

WILL
No. I can not just step aside and
let you escape.


Jack cocks the pistol. Will stares back. The stand-off lasts
a long moment.

JACK
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.

NORRINGTON
Excellent work, Mister Brown.
You’ve aided in the capture of a
dangerous fugitive.

BROWN
Just doing my civic duty.


Jack groans. Norrington stands over him, smiles.

NORRINGTON
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.

BROWN
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 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.

ELIZABETH
Nice and toasty. Thank you,
Estrella.


The maid nods, exits. Elizabeth opens a book, begins reading,
toying absently with the medallion chain around her neck.


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 broading 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 mouth.


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 his head.

PRISONER
Come here, boy … Want a nice,
juicy bone?


In an adjoining cell, Jack lies on a pile of straw.

JACK
You can keep doing that forever,
that dog’s never going to move.

PRISONER
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.

SWANN
Has my daughter given you an answer
yet?

NORRINGTON
No. She hasn’t.

SWANN
Well, she had a very taxing day…
Ghastly weather tonight.

NORRINGTON
Bleak. Very bleak.


>From the distance, there is a BOOM-

SWANN
What was that?
-and then the WHISTLE of an incoming ball-
NORRINGTON
Cannon fire!


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.

JACK (CONT’D)
It’s the Black Pearl.

PRISONER
(frightened)
The Black Pearl? I’ve heard
stories … she’s been preying on
ships and settlements for near ten
years … and never leaves any
survivors.

JACK
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.


EXT. PORT ROYAL – TOWN – NIGHT


Streets, buildings, docks and ships shatter and explode beneath
the onslaught. Villagers panic, run for cover, dodge flying
debris as best they can. If this is not hell on earth, then
it’s about to be–long boats emerge out of the fog, carrying ARMED PIRATES.
They swarm from the boats, striking down villagers
indiscriminately and setting fires.


INT. BLACKSMITH’S FORGE – NIGHT


Will slips the boarding axe into his belt at the small of his
back. He puts a dirk in his belt, then a second and a third.
He picks up a second axe and a sword.


Will slides back the doors of the forge-
A woman runs past, chased by a ONE-ARMED PIRATE wearing a
yellow bandana. Will backhands the axe square into his chest,
a deadly blow. Will heads out, up the street-
EXT. FORT CHARLES – PARAPETS – NIGHT


The moon is obscured by smoke rising from the burning gallows
and wooden roofs. Cannon fire continues to rain down, but the
fort’s own cannons return fire.

NORRINGTON
Governor! Barricade yourself in
my office!
(Swann hesitates)
That’s an order!


Swann turns to go-but finds himself face-to-face with a
pirate-KOEHLER, a handsome blond man with gold earrings.
Beyond Koehler, more pirates come up over the far wall.
Koehler grins and raises a cutlass–Norrington’s sword blocks Koehler’s slash.

NORRINGTON (CONT’D)
They’ve flanked us! Men! Swords
and pistols!


The battle is joined-
INT. GOVERNOR’S MANSION – ELIZABETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT


Elizabeth looks out a window at the scene below: even through
the fog, multiple fires are visible, and ships burn in the
harbor. Shouts and cries of pain. Cannon fire ECHOES.


She notices movement directly below her window: two SHADOWY
FIGURES, approaching the house-pirates. Elizabeth bolts
from her room-
INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY – NIGHT


She reaches the railing overlooking the foyer, and cries out,
just as the butler opens the door-too late; there is a BOOM
of a gun, and the butler crumples.


Elizabeth ducks down in horror, peering through the balusters.
The pirates scan the foyer, searching. The leader is PINTEL,
a sallow-looking pirate with a bald head.


Suddenly Pintel looks up, and locks eyes with Elizabeth. How
could he know she was there?

PINTEL
Up there!


The pirates rush for the stairs. Elizabeth scrabbles back into
the nearest room-
INT. SITTING ROOM – NIGHT


Elizabeth shuts the door, locks it, listens as the pirates
pound up the stairs-

ESTRELLA
Miss Elizabeth?


Elizabeth jumps. Estrella is right behind her, terrified. They
whisper:

ESTRELLA (CONT’D)
Are they come to kidnap you, miss?
The daughter of a governor would be
very valuable.


Elizabeth realizes she’s right. There is the SLAM of a body
against the door.

ELIZABETH
Listen, Estrella-they haven’t
seen you. Hide, and first chance,
run for the fort.


Estrella nods. Another SLAM at the door-it gives a bit-
Elizabeth shoves Estrella into the corner, between a tall
wardrobe and the wall. Dashes for the side door.


When the door smashes inward, it slams into the wardrobe, and
the maid cannot be seen. The pirates run in-spot the open
side door, and run for it-
INT. ELIZABETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT


Pintel is the first through, and gets the pan of the bed warmer
in the face for his trouble-he staggers back, holding his
nose-
INT. SITTING ROOM – NIGHT


Estrella breaks cover, runs for the hall, unnoticed.


INT. ELIZABETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
-Elizabeth swings the bed warmer at the second pirate, but
he catches it by the handle-Elizabeth can’t jerk it free,
so she wrenches it over-the pan lid swings down, BANGING
the second pirate-hot coals spill on his head, sizzling.


Elizabeth dashes for the hallway stairs-
INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY/FOYER – CONTINUOUS – NIGHT


The pirates burst from the bedroom-Pintel goes for the
stairs, but the second pirate vaults over the handrail-
Estrella registers the butler’s body, but continues out the
still-open front door at a dead run. Elizabeth follows-
The second pirate lands between Elizabeth and the front door.
His face is BURNED, his hair SMOLDERS-he reaches-
Elizabeth pulls up short, runs the other way-
Pintel, on the stairs, grabs her by the hair-Elizabeth
doesn’t slow-she spins, grabs Pintel’s arm with both hands
and pulls him hard, belly-first, into the cap of the newel post-he lets go of her hair-Elizabeth keeps going-
INT. DINING ROOM – NIGHT


Elizabeth slams the double doors shut, throws the bolts. The
interior shutters are closed over the windows. Above the
fireplace are two crossed swords.


Elizabeth climbs on the firebox; she grabs one of the swords
by the hilt and pulls-but it won’t come free. Both swords
are securely attached to the wall. Damn!


A SMASH from the doors-the pirates are relentless-
On the table is a platter with fruit, cheese and bread.
Elizabeth grabs the knife from the platter-
Like any bread knife, it has a round point. Elizabeth jabs it
into her palm-it’s useless as a weapon. Double damn!


The blade of a broading axe breaches the door-the pirates
will be through soon-Elizabeth looks around-
INT. FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY – NIGHT


The doors give way; the pirates charge through-
INT. DINING ROOM – CONTINUOUS – NIGHT


Empty. Elizabeth nowhere to be seen. Pintel and Smoldering
Pirate search, under the table, behind draperies.

PINTEL
We know you’re here, poppet. Come
out and we promise we won’t hurt
you.


Smoldering Pirate gives him a look-he wants to hurt her
plenty. Pintel shakes his head: ‘Don’t worry, I’m lying.’

PINTEL (CONT’D)
We will find you, poppet … You’ve
got something of ours, and it calls
to us!


INT. DUMBWAITER – NIGHT


Elizabeth hides in the dumbwaiter box, wrapped around the
double pulley ropes that go through the center.

PINTEL (O.S.)
The gold calls to us!


Elizabeth registers that-she pulls out the medallion, rubs
the gold with her thumb. This is their objective. Light spills
into the box through gaps in the top as the door above is slide
open-Elizabeth looks up through the gaps-
Pintel leers down at her.

PINTEL (CONT’D)
Hello, poppet.


Elizabeth works the ropes to lower the box. Pintel pulls the
other way; he’s stronger, and the box rises. Elizabeth tries to
stop it-wraps her left forearm through the rope and lets it
jam against the top of the box.


Elizabeth gasps at the pain, but the box stops. She saws at the
rope with the bread knife.


Smoldering Pirate helps pull the rope, crushing Elizabeth’s
forearm. Tears of pain on her face, she keeps sawing-
The rope parts, and the dumbwaiter box PLUMMETS-
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT


>From behind the door of the dumbwaiter comes a CRASH, and a
cloud of dust. The door slides open, and Elizabeth clambers
out. Her head is cut, she is streaked with dirt, and can barely
stand. She leans over the table, trying to recover.


The sound of the running FOOTSTEPS gets louder …

ELIZABETH
Please, no …


Elizabeth touches the chain of the medallion … and a
desperate idea occurs to her.


The pirates burst through the doors. Elizabeth backs away,
holds the bread knife to ward them off. They come around either
side of the table, stalking her-

ELIZABETH
(gasps it out)
Par… Parlay!


Pintel can’t believe his ears.

PINTEL
What?

ELIZABETH
Parlay! I invoke the right of
parlay! According to the Code of
the Brethern, set down by the
pirates Morgan and Bartholomew,
you must take me to your Captain!

PINTEL
I know the code.

ELIZABETH
If an adversary demands parlay, you
can do them no harm until the
parlay is complete.

PINTEL
It would appear, so do you.

SMOLDERING PIRATE
To blazes with the code!


He steps forward, dirk drawn-Pintel stops him.

PINTEL
She wants to be taken to the
Captain, and she’ll go without a
fuss.


He looks to Elizabeth: ‘right?’ Elizabeth nods.

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