Section Three
Jack is lying on a pile of wooden boxes. His jacket and hat lying next to him. He is sleeping, breathing loudly, surrounded by empty rum bottles. He fidgets slightly then rolls onto the ground of the deck. He blinks awake, feeling a sudden pain in his back. He heaves up his top half so he is sat up. Looks frowns at the floor as if blaming it for his fall. He stands up, then almost falls again. He puts out his hands to steady himself.
"Good morning, Cap'in" Anna-Maria walks out onto the deck and past Jack.
"So you- you decided to stay?" asks Jack, still trying to steady himself.
"Ye still owe me a ship" she snaps, going over to the wheel of the ship.
"Aye" whispers Jack. "Are we still on course?"
"Aye. We av'e not far to go" she says. "What is it you be wan'in' wi' the Trinity islands anyhow?"
"I'm lookin fer someone" says Jack.
"Who it be?" she asks.
Jack grins. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He walks over to her and stands opposite her on the other side of the wheel, he leans his forearms onto the wheel.
"Not just me" she says, turning the wheel so Jack is forced round slightly with it. He stands back from it. "Everyone"
"Now when you say everyone-"
"The rest o' the crew!" she snaps.
Jack shrugs and turns away. "'The rest o' the crew'" he childishly impersonates her under his breath.
"Whatever it is you be lookin' for, Cap'in" she violently turns around the wheel of the ship. "It had be'er be good"
Jack grins again and heads towards the cabins.
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"I need the fastest ship yer have!" demands Zabira.
"Aye" the man humours, chuckling.
"Can yer not hear me! I need ter borrow yer fastest ship, which is it?"
"The Maria. She is known in these waters for her speed" says a man sat on a barrel.
"And who asked you!" snaps the other man that is stood before Zabira, many ships floating in the dock behind him.
"I need a ship now!" she shouts impatiently.
The man chuckles again. "Yer a woman, and a young woman at that"
"My name is Zabira!" she snaps, but then grins. "And don't say I didn't warn yer"
Elizabeth, Will and Will's father, meanwhile, are looking about the town. They pass small houses and people sat or stood around, drunks are calling out and children playing; pirates and the average person sharing this town.
They walk on, looking about for anyone to ask about a home. They see a woman, she is smiling and talking to some children that are perhaps her own. The woman has deep brown and wavy hair and wears an apron over her partially overweight body. She puts her hands on her hips laughing at whatever it is one of the children have just said. She glances up and then notice them.
"Fine weather, hey?" she smiles. They all stop walking and look to her. The woman's smile slowly becomes a frown. "Yer not from ere', are yer?"
"No" answers Will. "We've just arrived here"
"Aye" she looks at them curiously. "Aven't been ere' long meself"
"Do you know of any houses?" asks Elizabeth. "Any place we could stay?"
"Nigh, sorry, love" the woman says. "There be some grand houses but it'll cost yer enough"
"Well, thank you for your help" says Elizabeth. The three begin to walk on again.
"You will find somewhere" encourages William to Will and Elizabeth.
"Hold on there!" the woman calls to them. "There be some ships, they are lookin' ter sell some and are lookin' fer some crew as well"
"Will… all o' you three!" Zabira suddenly goes running towards them. "I need yer help!"
They all look questioningly to Zabira, frowning upon her sudden interruption. She is slightly out of breath from running, her hair is now pinned back loosly though some of it falls out and her skin is paler.
"And why should we help you?" Elizabeth angers.
"Zabira?" the large woman suddenly gasps. They all, apart from Zabira, now look questioningly to the woman.
"Oh… hello" says Zabira angrily, she then seems to forget about the woman she clearly knows and looks pleadingly back to Will, William and Elizabeth. "I really need yer help!"
The large woman walks slowly towards Zabira, she pushes past Will and Elizabeth so that she is stood before Zabira.
"I knew yer'd find a way ere'" smiles the woman.
"That's wonderful, but a family reunion 's not on me agenda right now. Savy?" says Zabira angrily.
"Where ave' yer been?" asks the woman, her voice soft and somewhat distant.
"I don't ave' time fer this!" she shouts. She looks past the woman and to the other three. "I still need yer bloody help!"
"With what?" asks the woman.
"None o' your business!" shouts Zabira.
"Don't yer speak ter me like that!" snaps the woman.
Zabira once again ignores the woman and continues to look to the other three. "I've got to find someone 'fore your friend does!" she beggs.
"Jack?" growls Bill.
"Jack Sparrow is no friend of ours and nor are you!" says Elizabeth furiously.
"Look, I just need yer too help find me some crew!"
"What is going on?" demands the woman, clenching her fists.
"Just go away will yer!" yells Zabira.
"Not until you tell me what-"
"All right!" explodes Zabira. She then says extremely quickly "After you left me all alone I saw this guy and he had a ship. He wanted to know where Smithy was so I said if he took me ere', to Montega, then I'd tell him, he bought me ere' and I tol' him where Smithy is. I wanted him ter find Smithy, but then I thought o' what Barbossa had said-"
"Barbossa?"
"The guy who brought me ere's nemesis. So anyway, Barbossa said about the Cold World and then I put two and two togevu and figured that's proba'ly where this guy wants ter take Smithy; ter the Cold World. So I gotta get ter Smithy before this bloke does. Savy?"
The woman frowns at Zabira. "But how are you gona get ter the Trinity Islands?"
"Guess?" sarcasms Zabira. "A bloody ship o' course!"
"But what ship?"
"One o' the fastest, I've heard it's The Maria. Only I need some crew"
"But how do you intend ter get this ship?" asks the woman, though her tone making it seem she already knows the answer and is just challenging Zabira to say it.
"Steal it" says Zabira to the side of her mouth and extremely quietly.
"What?"
"Steal it" she says only slightly louder.
"What?"
"Steal it!"
"Steal it?" shouts the woman.
"Yer sound like a bloody parrot!" Zabira the smiles, but then noise the fury on the woman's face and Zabira then just looks afraid.
Zabira steps back and puts up her hands as if to surrender. "I've got ter find Smithy!" she pleads.
Elizabeth, Will and William turn around to walk away, which Zabira notices. "Wait!" she cries. She hurries over to them and stands in front of them. "Please, if they go ter the Cold World they 'll be killed. Jack will be killed, the crew that stayed behind and my best friend! Please, Jack will doom em' all if he goes!"
Elizabeth and Will glance at one another. "How much crew will you need?" asks Will.
"Not many, Just a few people"
Will takes a deep breath, then steps forward. "I will help you"
"Thank you! God, I could kiss yer!" Zabira then quickly looses the smile on her face, realising what she just said. There is an awkward pause.
Will looks round to Elizabeth. "I will not go, not if you do not want me to?"
"You should go" says Elizabeth, gently. She then looks bitterly to Zabira, though speaks to Will. "But, not without me"
Will nods, he then looks to his father. William Turner nods.
"And yer all know how ter work a ship?" she asks, to which the three nod. "It still won't be enough though" says Zabira.
"How many more people will we need?" asks Will.
"I dunno?" Zabira shrugs. "A couple more"
The woman, who of which is now stood behind Zabira, puts a hand on her shoulder. Zabira spins round, she pushes the hand from her shoulder.
"Ye'll not be comin' wi' us!" snaps Zabira. "Not after what you did!"
"Let me go with yer, cause if yer don't I may just as well go n' tell Mr Rantall that yer plan on stealin' one o' his ships" the woman smiles.
"I don't ave' time fer this!" blasts Zabira. "We've got more crew ter find and a ship ter steal!"
Zabira begins to trudge off back along the muddy road, heading for the docks. Will, William and Elizabeth begin to follow after her.
"So can I join yer?" the woman calls after Zabira.
Zabira stops walking and looks back to the woman. "Do I ave' a choice?" says Zabira bitterly.
The woman smiles the hurries towards the others.
"What about your children?" asks Elizabeth concernedly.
"Oh, they're not mine. I just look out for em' sometimes, make sure they're all right" the woman smiles. "I've only got one child" She looks on to Zabira.