GIBBS
(shouts)
What’s in your head to put you in
such a fine mood?
JACK
(shouts)
We’re catching up!
Jack turns back to the sea, enjoying himself. Gibbs stares at
him like he’s a crazy man.
INT. BLACK PEARL – CAPTAIN’S CABIN – DAY
The sound of RAIN pounds down on the deck above-then
suddenly stops. Elizabeth moves to the stern windows, looks
out at the rolling sea below-no escape there.
She hears the sound of a VOICE calling, gazes up, wondering-
EXT. BLACK PEARL – CROW’S NEST – DAY
High on the main mast, Twigg cups his hands to his face, calls
down:
TWIGG
Isla de Muerta! Isla de Muerta,
off the port bow!
ON DECK, Barbossa moves to the rail. The storm clouds are
breaking up. On the horizon is a dark, omnious shape: ISLA DE
MUERTA. Mostly sheer unfriendly cliffs that shoot straight into
the water. It is surrounded by a slate grey sea.
Barbossa grasps the rail with both hands, his expression a
mixture of loathing and fear. Jacoby approaches, hesitant.
JACOBY
Orders, Captain?
BARBOSSA
Bring her in, not too close. I
won’t brave the reef, not until
high tide. We lay anchor before
dark.
Jacoby nods, backs away. Barbossa continues to stare-
BARBOSSA (CONT’D)
… that is, if it first doesn’t
sink back down to hell from where
it came.
EXT. CARIBBEAN SEA – DAY
The Interceptor, on open waters, glorious, her white sails set
wing-to-wing.
EXT. H.M.S. INTERCEPTOR – DAY
CLOSE ON: Jack’s compass, cradled in both hands. Jack leans
over and studies it-almost like he’s praying.
ON THE COMPASS-the face shows old-fashioned rose petal style
direction markers below a quivering indicator that settles on-southeast.
JACK
Bear three points starboard.
AnaMaria turns the wheel, adjusting course. The ship leans into
the new direction. Jack looks down-
ON THE COMPASS-where the indicator spins, reverses, settles
on-northeast.
JACK (CONT’D)
Six points port!
AnaMaria frowns, but follows the order, turns the wheel back,
and the ship responds.
Will works on deck, coiling a rope-but he watches Jack and
AnaMaria, clearly not happy. Gibbs hobbles up.
GIBBS
Left-handed ropes are coiled
against the sun, or it’s bad luck!
(twirls a finger)
Anty-clockwise.
Gibbs takes over the task. The ship shifts course again. Will
has had enough.
WILL
How do we expect to find an island
no one can find-with a compass
that doesn’t work?
GIBBS
Now, lad, just because it don’t
point north don’t mean it don’t
work.
(voice low)
That compass gives bearings to the
Isla de Muerta, wherever it may
lay.
WILL
Really?
(moves closer)
So … what’s the story on the
pistol?
Gibbs settles in, happy to have a willing listener.
GIBBS
I’ll tell lee. Now, Jack Sparrow
has an honest streak in him, and
that’s where the whole problem
starts. This was when he was
Captain of the Black Pearl-
WILL
What? He never told me that.
GIBBS
Ah-he’s learned, then. Plays
things more close to the vest.
See, Jack was a cartographer, back
in Old England. Somehow he came by
the money to commission the Pearl.
Hired himself a crew, promised each
man an equal share.
(lowers his voice)
So, they’re forty days out, and the
First Mate says, everything’s an
equal share, that should mean the
location of the island, too. So
Jack gave up the bearings.
(shakes his head)
That night, there was a mutiny.
Gibbs’ voice is a whisper, now, so Will has to lean closer.
GIBBS (CONT’D)
Jack gave hisself up for the sake
of his loyal crew. He was marooned
on an island, left there to die.
WILL
How did he get off the island?
JACK
(loud)
I didn’t!
Will and Gibbs jump. Jack is right there beside them.
JACK (CONT’D)
My body’s still there, rotting
away, and I am but a ghost!
Will and Gibbs aren’t sure what to make of that. Jack laughs.
GIBBS
How did you get off the island?
JACK
Ah, that’s a dark and unpleasant
tale, best left untold.
He starts off.
WILL
Wait-what about the pistol?
JACK
The pistol. When a pirate is
marooned, Will, he’s given a pistol
with a single shot. No good for
hunting, or surviving, really. But
after three weeks of starvation and
thrist-the option of that pistol
begins to look good.
Jack lets this sink in. He pulls out the pistol, raises it.
JACK (CONT’D)
But I survived. And I still have
that single shot. It’s meant for
one man. My mutinous first mate-
WILL
Barbossa.
Jack shoots a glance at Will-nods, and moves away.
EXT. ISLA DE MUERTA – CAVE ENTRANCE – EVENING
On Barbossa, face upturned. No expression in his eyes.
Around him a group of pirates, Elizabeth among them, stand as
still as stones, in front of a dark cave opening. Their faces
look upward, their total lack of movement disconcerting.
Above the cave, on a hillock, the pirate Koehler gazes out
toward the horizon. Slowly he TRANSFORMS, head-to-toe, from
pirate to SKELETON-
The MOON has climbed free of the storm clouds, rising large and
full on the horizon. The skeleton turns-
KOEHLER
Moonrise, Captain! First night of
full.
BARBOSSA
Hah!
(to the pirates)
Be mindful of pits and crevasses.
Stay together.
He takes a torch. Moves into the cave. The pirates follow.
INT. ISLA DE MUERTA – CAVES – NIGHT
The group keeps together under the firelight. The path leads
between boulders on a slope downhill. From the echoes and
shadows, it’s clear the cave system must be huge.
Elizabeth glances over-the torches illumine caverns off to
the side-and just the edge of a mound of coins. Clearly
there is more, but the rest is lost in darkness.
Twigg, gazing upward in wonder, moves a few feet away from the
group. Barbossa grabs him as he nears a chasm.
BARBOSSA
Careful, mate. Fall down there,
you’d die and miss Judgement Day- for not even the Lord himself’ll
come look for you here.
Barbossa lets go, and moves on, descending down, twisting and
turning, but always down-
EXT. H.M.S. INTERCEPTOR – NIGHT
Cotton pulls a sail line, looks out-sees something. He lifts
the parrot off his shoulder, strokes it along the back.
COTTON’S PARROT
Land HO! Land HO! LAND ho! LAND
ho!
Indeed, the faint outline of Isla de Muerta is in the distance
on the port side. Will stands, excited, jumps onto the rigging
for a better look.
But AnaMaria, at the helm, stares at Cotton, and the parrot.
ANAMARIA
How does he do that?
JACK
They’ll be anchored on the lee
side. Haul your wind, and keep to
the weather of the island-
INT. ISLA DE MUERTA – CAVES – NIGHT
Flickering torchlight. Pirates stoop low to enter a cavern–and revealed is the spectacular treasure of Isla de Muerta:
overflowing chests of coins, gold and silver ingots, jewelry,
objects d’art, jade and ivory, brightly colored silks,
furniture, jewels and pearls; mirrors and swords-anything
and everything of value that might be carried by ship, is here.
The pirates move through, Elizabeth can’t help but gaze in
wonder.
ELIZABETH
The curse drove you to gather this?
BARBOSSA (O.S.)
Aye. And not a bit of it any use
to us, only hoarded. But it will
drive us no longer.
Elizabeth pauses, staring at herself in a jewel-encrusted
mirror-and then is pushed along by the pirates.
EXT. ISLA DE MUERTA – LAGOON – NIGHT
The Interceptor lies at anchor in the distance. Closer, Jack
and Will row away from the large vessel in a small longboat,
toward the rocky shore.
The RUSH of a waterfall grows louder. Will looks: ahead of them
is a black CAVE MOUTH, right at water level.
WILL
What’s that?
JACK
Depends.
WILL
On what?
JACK
On whether the stories are all
true. If they are, that’s a
waterfall that spills over at high
tide, with a short drop to an
underground lagoon. If not-
By now, the moving water tugs on the longboat, and they are
sucked in-
JACK (CONT’D)
-well, too late.
The boat rushes forward, plunges into darkness-
INT. CAVES – UNDERWATER LAGOON – NIGHT
-the longboat takes a harrowing drop over a short waterfall
… but then lands safely in a gorgeous underwater lagoon,
floats lazily toward a sandy shore.
JACK
Chalk one up for the stories.
Will leaps out into the water, pulls the boat ashore-
INT. CAVES – BED CAVERN – NIGHT
The pirate group reaches the end of a small chamber of mostly
jewels and pearls piled around a large bed-
INT. CAVES – MAIN CAVERN – NIGHT
-and then emerge into the largest cavern of all, also crammed
with treasure, including several mountains of gold coins that
reach the ceiling. Treasure everywhere-
Except for one spot in the center. A hole in the ceiling lets
in a column of moonlight, which illumines:
A stone chest, lid pushed back, decorated with carved Aztec
glyphs, filled with gold coins identical to Will’s medallion.
A sharp stone knife lies on top.
In front of it, buried in the sand is a skeleton-and this
one doesn’t look like it’s going to move ever again, judging by
the sword in its back. A crab scurries away from it as the
group approaches.
BARBOSSA
Here we stand before the cursed
treasure of Cortez himself. Won by
blood, it demands blood in return.
All eyes turn-onto Elizabeth. Pintel takes the stone knife
from the chest, approaches her. Elizabeth shrinks back, but is
held by two other pirates.
Pintel grins. Grabs her by the wrist. She turns her head away,
shuts her eyes.
Pintel raises the knife …
… and then very carefully, daintily, uses just the sharp tip
of the knife to juck prick! Elizabeth’s finger.
One tiny red drop of blood appears, and drips down onto the
medallion.
Elizabeth opens her eyes, surprised.
PINTEL
What did you expect? We’re all
gentlemen here, right and proper.
The pirates laugh. Barbossa takes the medallion, grins at
Elizabeth.
BARBOSSA
You know the first thing I’m going
to do after the curse is lifted?
(grins)
Eat a whole bushel of apples.
Barbossa approaches the chest, shining in the beam of
moonlight.
BARBOSSA (CONT’D)
What was begun by blood, let blood
now end!
He tosses the gold medallion onto the others.
The pirates tense, waiting, expectant. A long beat. They all
look at each other, look at themselves. Nothing happens.
KOEHLER
Did it work?
DEADEYE
I don’t feel no different.
JACOBY
How can we tell?
Barbossa frowns, draws his pistol, and SHOOTS the pirate next
to him-Jacoby-square in the chest. Jacoby reacts in
shock, grabs his chest … but doesn’t die.
KOEHLER
You’re not dead.
JACOBY
No.
(realizes)
He shot me!
TWIGG
It didn’t work! The curse is still
upon us!
Barbossa searches his mind for an answer … turns to
Elizabeth.
BARBOSSA
You. Maid. Your father. What was
his name?!
(grabs her roughly)
Was your father William Turner?!
Elizabeth takes time to smile before answering:
ELIZABETH
No.
The pirates cry out in alarm. Barbossa gathers himself, getting
his rage under steely control.
BARBOSSA
Where’s his child? The child that
sailed from England eight years
ago, the child who is the real
owner of that medallion, the child
in whose veins flows the blood of
William Turner?! Where?
Barbossa SLAPS her hard across the face, sending her sprawling.
JACOBY
(to Pintel)
You brought us the wrong person!
PINTEL
She had the medallion! She’s the
right age. She said her name was
Turner!
TWIGG
(to Barbossa)
You brought us here for nothing?
Barbossa whirls on him-
BARBOSSA
If you have sailed with Morgan for
ten years like I have, you’d know
not to question me!
Elizabeth sits up, watching the pirates argue, for a moment
unnoticed. Suddenly, a scabbard comes down, right above her.
Startled, Elizabeth looks up–Will is at the top of a mound of coins, reaching down with
his scabbard for her to grab onto.
Elizabeth quickly leans forward, takes the bloodied medallion
from the pile. Reaches back, grabs the scabbard. Will pulls her
up-
BARBOSSA (CONT’D)
If any coward here dare challenge
me, let him speak! Any more talk,
I’ll chain ye to a cannon and send
ye to the watery depths!
A sound catches his attention-coins falling. He looks up,
sees Will and Elizabeth at the top of the treasure stack.
ATOP THE STACK, Will grabs a large shield, flings them forward-the two ride down the mountain of coins on the far side,
slide through a small opening-
INT. ISLA DE MUERTA – SMALL CAVERN – NIGHT
Behind them, loose coins from their slide come down in an
avalanche, sealing the entrance.
Elizabeth jumps up, silver platter in hand, ready to swing-Jack catches her before she can do any damage. They recognize
each other.
ELIZABETH
You?!
JACK
Me!
ELIZABETH
You’re in league with Barbossa!
JACK
No, I’m-rescuing you.
Elizabeth can’t comprehend that one.
ELIZABETH
You?!
Will gains his footing in the rubble.
WILL
Miss Swann! We’re here to rescue
you!
(sounds of pursuit,
approaching)
It’s going badly!
JACK
This way!
They race off, toward a bit of moonlight-
INT. ISLA DE MUERTA – NIGHT
The three climb up a dark crevasse that leads out onto the
island. Will takes Elizabeth’s hand, helps her.
WILL
I’m glad we got here in time.
ELIZABETH
Truthfully-you were a bit late.
JACK
The trick isn’t getting here, it’s
getting away.
As if on cue, they hear the yells of pirates, coming closer.
They take off-
EXT. ISLA DE MUERTA – CLEARING – NIGHT
The three race through the rocks, the sounds of pursuit close
behind. Suddenly Jack stops.
ELIZABETH
Come on!
JACK
No. This won’t work.
(a quick decision)
I’ll stay behind, and fight them.
You go on.
Will and Elizabeth stare at him.
WILL
No.
JACK
I’ll lead them away.
The sounds are closer.
JACK (CONT’D)
Go to the opposite end of the
island, and signal the ship. I’ll
keep ’em busy.
WILL
Are you sure? Jack-this is not
something you have to do.
JACK
I’m sure. When you’ve led the kind
of life that I have, there are
debts that must be paid. Maybe I
can balance the scales a little.
Will nods, hesitates … gives Jack his sword-now Jack has
two, one for each hand. Elizabeth gives him a quick kiss.
Will and Elizabeth race away, and are gone.
Jack watches them a moment, turns to face the pirates. He
sticks the two swords in the ground, crossed. Leans casually
against a rock.
A group of pirates round a corner, cutlasses drawn, ready to
fight-but Jack raises his hand.
JACK (CONT’D)
I invoke the right of parlay,
according to the Code of the
Brethren, set down down by the
pirates Morgan and Bartholomew…
EXT. ISLA DE MUERTA – NIGHT
Jack stands before Barbossa, surrounded by pirates. Jack has a
wide smile on his face-and Barbossa doesn’t like it.
BARBOSSA
I’m inclined to kill you now, Jack
Sparrow, without so much as a word,
if you don’t lose that grin from
you’re face.
Jack’s smile remains. Barbossa puts a hand on his cutlass-
JACK
The woman’s blood didn’t work, did
it?
Barbossa hesitates.
JACK (CONT’D)
I know whose blood you need, to end
the curse.
BARBOSSA
Say the name, or I slit your
throat.
JACK
No you won’t.
Barbossa nods. Pintel steps forward, puts a blade to Jack’s
throat. Jack’s smile widen.
PINTEL
Now?
BARBOSSA
(nods)
Now.
(Pintel grins)
No, don’t kill him.
Surprised, Pintel lowers his cutlass. Jack’s expression hasn’t
changed.
BARBOSSA (CONT’D)
Allow me the humor of listening to
your terms.
JACK
Simple. I have something you won’t
more than anything. The way to
free you from the curse of the
treasure. You have something I
want-more than anything.
BARBOSSA
The Pearl?
(laughs)
Oh, that’s fine. And just how do
you expect this to work?
JACK
You give me the Pearl. Then I tell
you who you need.
Barbossa stares at him, incredulous.
BARBOSSA
That’s your offer? You, sailing
away nice and pretty with the Black
Pearl, and all I have is a name?
JACK
That’s right.
BARBOSSA
I’m supposed to … trust you?
The pirates laugh.
JACK
I’m a man of my word.
The pirates laugh louder.
JACK (CONT’D)
You see, I’ve got this honest
streak in me-in its own way, a
sort of curse. Oh, and there’s the
fact that you have no choice.
BARBOSSA
I’ll torture it out of you.
JACK
You left me on a desert island- what worse can you do?
Jack is still smiling, intentionally smug now. Barbossa sees
his options dwindling, begins to pace.
BARBOSSA
Blast you! I’ll throw you in
prison.
JACK
Wait as long as you like.
BARBOSSA
You’re setting me up for a double
cross, you with the ship, and me
with nothing more than your word!
JACK
Let’s say I tell you the wrong
person. What would you do?
BARBOSSA
Track you down and-
He sees where Jack is headed.
JACK
And if I tell you the truth, you
become, and you won’t come near me
because you know I’d kill you.
Barbossa hesitates. The pirates are amazed at how the tide has
turned; Barbossa has gone past considering the idea, and might
even do it.
BARBOSSA
Jack, I don’t trust you, and that’s
a fact. Never trust a smiling man,
you can lay to that.
JACK
See, that’s where we’re different.
I trust you … to do what it takes
to get what you want.
BARBOSSA
You’re playing this as close to the
edge as any man, I’ll give you
that.
(decides, smiles)
We might just have to sign
articles, you and I. Jack, you’re
a pirate at heart, that’s certain.
Jack nods.
BARBOSSA
Pintel … set sail. If this fool
plan is to work, we’ll need the
medallion, and that means catching
the ship which brought ’em here.
Jack is completely caught off guard. For the first time, his
smile fades.
JACK
What-you don’t have the
medallion?
BARBOSSA
That fool woman took it. You be
careful around her, Jack-she’s
pretty enough, she’ll steal your
heart-but pure evil inside.
JACK
I’ll watch my back.
BARBOSSA
Bosun! Set up Mr. Sparrow’s
quarters, nice and fine … in the
brig.
(to Jack, a smile)
Meaning no disrespect, of course.
Jack nods, and is taken away. Barbossa stares after him, not
hiding his mistrust.
EXT. INTERCEPTOR – DAY
At full sail, headed out to sea. Gibbs glances at Elizabeth and
Will, talking alone on the forecastle-shakes his head.
GIBBS
Two women on board? A man don’t
have to be superstitious to know
that’s trouble.
Elizabeth holds the medallion, and finishes her tale:
ELIZABETH
… you were in danger … so I
took the medallion. And I’ve kept
it ever since. They thought I was
you, that they needed my blood.
And it didn’t work.
She hands him the medallion.
WILL
Why would my father send this to
me?
ELIZABETH
To keep it away from them? No
pirate would sail to London, for
fear of Execution Dock.
WILL
If I had known-
ELIZABETH
(anticipating him)
-then we never would have met.
Will nods. They hold each other’s gaze a moment. Will turns
away first, leans on the rail. Looks out to sea, back the
direction they came.
WILL
I can’t believe he would make such
a sacrifice for us.
ELIZABETH
I guess you can never truly know
someone else’s heart.
Will glances at her, and nods.
AT THE HELM, Gibbs peers forward, scanning the horizon. There
is a tiny island in front of them.
GIBBS
Shift your heading, steer clear of
that island. Fifteen degrees
starboard.
On the aft deck, Cotton concentrates on his work, securing a
halyard. Suddenly Cotton’s parrot flaps its wings, takes off,
lands on the starboard bulwark, squawking-
COTTON’S PARROT
Dead men tell NO tales! Dead men
tell NO tales! Dead men tell NO
tales!
Cotton looks up-on the horizon, following: black sails.
Gibbs and AnaMaria appear, and see the ship.
ANAMARIA
Can we outrun them?
GIBBS
Not a chance. Make for the reef.
EXT. CARIBBEAN OCEAN – DAY
Miles of blue water. The Interceptor tacks, leaving a long
white wake. The Black Pearl matches it-gaining.
EXT. BLACK PEARL – DAY
Barbossa and Pintel eye the Interceptor, two hounds chasing
the fox.
PINTEL
What’s he doing? Is her going to
run her aground?
EXT. INTERCEPTOR – DAY
The Black Pearl is now close behind the Interceptor-and the
Interceptor is headed for the island.
GIBBS
Drop the forward anchor!
A SAILOR at the stern of the ship pulls a release, and the
ship’s anchor races down into the water, the metal chain
jumping and twisting on deck.
The chain stops, and the Sailor locks it-
EXT. CARIBBEAN SEA – DAY
With its forward momentum and the anchor down, the Interceptor
makes to turn quickly, pivoting around the anchor.
EXT. BLACK PEARL – DAY
Barbossa and Pintel watch as the huge ship brings its cannons
to bear right in front of them.
BARBOSSA
All hands! Prepare to come about!
But for now, the Interceptor has the advantage, and takes it:
its cannons boom, and cannonballs rain down.
INT. BLACK PEARL – BRIG – DAY
Jack sees what he can out the porthole. In the cell with him is
Twigg, acting as a guard.
JACK
Don’t hit my ship! I mean, kill
the lying scoundrel- (to Twigg)
I’m a little conflicted, here.
Twigg just stares.
EXT. INTERCEPTOR – DAY
Elizabeth watches as the Black Pearl comes about-and then
there is the low, loud RUMBLE of two dozen cannons firing as
one. The Interceptor is hit. A barrage of shots follow; most
find their mark.
Sailors dive for cover, leaving their cannons; clearly they
are overmatched.
EXT. BLACK PEARL – PORT SIDE – DAY
Barbossa laughs.
BARBOSSA
Strike your colors, you bloody
cockroaches!
EXT. INTERCEPTOR – DAY
Another round of fire; Barbossa shows no mercy.
ANAMARIA
Looks like they mean to send us
under.
GIBBS
There-she’s raised the Jolly
Roger, upside down.
AnaMaria, Gibbs, Cotton, even Elizabeth-all know what this
means. Will doesn’t. He looks to Gibbs for an explanation:
GIBBS (CONT’D)
It’s a signal. If we resist, it
won’t just be death. There’ll be
torture as well.
WILL
We’re not going to just surrender!
GIBBS
That we are.
The Black Pearl fires again, a double-ball shot with a chain
connecting the two. It hits the main mast dead on! A CRACKING,
SPLINTING sound as it breaks, falls to the deck.
Barbossa moves his ship alongside, preparing to board.
WILL
We can at least fight-we might
be able to kill a few-
GIBBS
Will-it’ll go worse for us- for Elizabeth, especially-if we
fight.
Will stares-and nods. But his expression is still defiant.
The deck slants; the ship is sinking. Pirates swarm across on
ropes, and take control of the Interceptor.
EXT. BLACK PEARL – MAIN DECK – DAY
The top masts of the H.M.S. Interceptor sink into the smooth
crystal waters of the Caribbean–as Will and Elizabeth, held by pirates, are brought before
Barbossa-and see that Jack stands beside him, manacled.
Gibbs, AnaMaria and Cotton and the other crewmembers huddle
together.
Barbossa’s wrath falls on Elizabeth.
BARBOSSA
Welcome back, Miss. Last time on
board, you played me right clever,
make pretending and all. I hope
your stay this time is more
pleasant. Boys, show her some
hospitality!
He shoves her into a group of pirates; they yell their
approval. She is pushed from one to another.
This goads Will to action. He head-butts the pirate behind him,
grabs a pistol, waves it at the pirates.
WILL
She goes free!
Will leaps onto the ship’s rail. He steadies himself with a
hand on the rigging. Points the pistol at Barbossa.
BARBOSSA
What’s in your head, boy?
WILL
She. Goes. Free.
BARBOSSA
You’ve got one shot-and we can’t
die.
WILL
You can’t. I can.
He leans out over the ocean.
ELIZABETH
No!
Jack pushes forward.
JACK
Will-don’t do anything stupid!
Don’t say anything stupid-
WILL
My name is Will Turner, the son of
Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood
runs in my veins.
(raises the gun to his
head)
You need my blood. And on my word
I will pull this trigger, and sink
all the way down to Davy Jones’
Locker!
Pintel squints at Will; the pirates murmur surprise.
TWIGG
It’s true-he’s the spittin’
image of Old Bootstrap. Even talks
the same!
Jack drops his head. Barbossa grins at him.
BARBOSSA
Looks like your back to having
nothing to offer.
PINTEL
And he’s got Old Bill’s courage.
A curse on him, and you!
Barbossa steps forward.
BARBOSSA
Enough of that!
(to Will)
Name your terms.
WILL
Elizabeth goes free!
BARBOSSA
We got that part. Anything else?
WILL
And Jack. And the crew. Free and
unharmed. If you agree … then
… I will remain with you.
Barbossa considers; his crew waits. Finally-
BARBOSSA
Agreed. You have my word, as a
gentleman of fortune-
ELIZABETH
Will-you can’t trust him.
WILL
You must swear by the Holy Bible.
BARBOSSA
Eh? You have my word, then-on
the Good Book, I do swear, and the
Lord spare my worthless soul.
Barbossa crosses himself, as do many of his men.
Will lowers his gun … steps downs-the pirates surround
him. They snatch away the pistol.
BARBOSSA (CONT’D)
Boatswain! Take your captives
belowdecks. Chain them in the
galley, and teach ’em how to row.
Gibbs, AnaMaria, Cotton and the rest are led away under guard.
Barbossa looks out to sea, toward the islet.
BARBOSSA (CONT’D)
Hah. Look there. That’s the very
same island we made Jack governor
of on our last trip.
(nods)
When you sail the open sea as long
as I, you learn to trust the signs
fate sends your way.
GIBBS
(dejected)
Amen to that …
BARBOSSA
Jack, Elizabeth … I’m a man of
my word and you’re to be set free,
right quick.
(loudly)
Men, break out the plank!
A CHEER goes up from the pirates. Will realizes what Barbossa
intends to do, struggles with captors.
WILL
No! You gave your word!
BARBOSSA
Quite, boy, or you’ll lose your
tongue. Those as know me know I
wouldn’t cross my word, and bring
down bad luck on the ship.
(nods)
I agreed to set them free. I
didn’t when … nor where.
EXT. CARIBBEAN SEA – DAY
The Black Pearl lies at anchor, closer now to the islet.
EXT. BLACK PEARL – MAIN DECK – DAY
Jack, wrists still bound, stands in the classic ‘walking the
plank’ pose. Elizabeth is next in line. Pirates crowd the
ship’s rail to watch.
JACK
It’s pure evil to make a Captain
walk the plank of his own ship,
twice in one lifetime. No good can
come of it.
BARBOSSA
Now, Jack. That reef is less than
a league distant. It’s a square
deal all around, and you can’t hope
for better.
JACK
Someone needs to cut these bonds,
then.
Barbossa smiles, shows a pistol. Points it at Jack.
