Pirates of the Caribbean Script

It's Not Over

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters (sigh), places or objects. I got the quotes from SimplyScripts.

A/N: I am soooo sorry for having dropped out of circulation, you must've thought I was dead. Anyway, a big thank you to all my reviewers, you make it worth the effort.
I hope this long-ish chapter makes up for my very long
absence.

The bald pirate, Pintel, circled Jack's bound crew with his pistol drawn.

"If any of you as much as thinks the word 'parley', I'll have your guts for garters," he said, his face twisted. The Interceptor then exploded, wrenching a cry from Elizabeth and an oath from Natilra – who was standing next to Jack.

"Will!" Elizabeth yelled, slipping under the rope that bound the crew to the mast, she then threw herself at Hector and started to attack him with rather feeble blows.

"You've got to stop it! Stop it!" she wailed.

"Welcome back, Miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now that you return the favour," Hector said handing her cruelly over to the crew.

The Whelp then leaped up onto the rail.

"Barbossa!" Will called authoritatively, even though he was soaked.

"Will," the love-sick wench yelled in relief.

"She goes free," cried the equally besotted Whelp, pointing a pistol at Captain Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" said the latter in disdain, as well he might.

"She goes free!" the Whelp repeated with vehemence.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die," Hector explained in such a way as to imply he was talking to a small child, which was probably a higher level than the Whelp could easily understand.
Jack and Natilra then muttered to Turner under their breath, not that he would have taken any notice even if he could hear them.

"Don't do anything stupid," they both nigh on prayed.

"You can't. I can," the Whelp declared pointing the gun up under his jaw.

"Like that," Jack sighed at exactly the same time as Natilra asked:

"Is there anything, humanly possible, he could have done that would have been stupider?"

"Who are you?" Hector sneered with little interest in his voice. Jack then stepped forward so he was standing in front of Hector.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though – eunuch," Jack said in a rush, trying to distract Hector's attention.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Jack's face fell as he heard the Whelp's answer and then walked over to Natilra, who had her head in her hands.

"He's the spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to 'aunt us," Ragetti cried out.

"If Turner looks that much like his father, how come they've only just noticed?" Natilra whispered to Jack, who grinned weakly at her in response.

"On my word do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker," the Whelp shouted, trying to sound convincing.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner," Hector said, taking a step towards the rail.

"Elizabeth goes free," Turner repeated for the third time.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" asked Hector in a rather patronising voice. Turner saw his two captains pointing at themselves.

"And the crew - the crew are not to be harmed." At his words, Natilra pinched the bridge of her nose and then shook her head and Jack murmured something like:

"What about me?"

"Agreed," cried Hector, holding his hand out the Whelp.

NJ

Some time later, as Hector's pirates were restraining the Whelp, Elizabeth was standing on the ship end of the plank.

"Go on, Poppet, go! Walk the plank!" Pintel shouted to Elizabeth. The Whelp then decided to speak, or rather yell, at Hector.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Hector turned to him, anger radiating from every pore.

"Don't dare impugn me honour, boy. I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where." Hector's forced laughter made a re-appearance just before the Whelp was gagged. "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" He hadn't continued until Elizabeth was at the sea side of the rail. He had then turned first to her and only afterwards to his crew.

"Aye!" called the pirates.

"So, I'll be having that dress back before you go," he leered at her. Elizabeth removed the dress and threw it at him.

"It goes with your black heart," she yelled righteously. Hector pressed it to his face with a greedy smile.

"Ooh, it's still warm," he teased sarcastically.

"Spare us the domestics, you two!" Natilra called, only partly in jest.

"Yeah. Off you go! Come on!" shouted Hector's crew. When Elizabeth still didn't move, their Bo'sun butted in.

"Too long!" he moaned and shook the plank, making Elizabeth fall in. Jack was then dragged up to the plank.

"I'd really rather hoped we were past all this," he said, sadly.

"Jack... Jack," Hector said, draping his arm around his ex-captain's shoulders. "Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He pointed out to the distant island.

"I did notice," Jacksaid, turning to face him.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape...but I doubt it." After this utterance Hector unsheathed his sword and brandished it at Jack 's throat with a flourish. "Off you go."

"Last time, you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack wagged his finger in Barbossa's face.

"By the powers, you're right." The sword re-entered its sheath.

"You mean you let him have a pistol? You really must want him dead." Natilra's humour and sarcasm wasn't even lost on Turner, the entire deck broke into laughter. Once he had wiped the tears from his eyes, Hector turned to his crew.

"Where be Jack 's pistol? Bring it forward." Jack 's weapons belt was then brought forward and handed to him. Jack's next statement showed he was obviously still trying to delay before walking over the side.

"Seeing as there's three of us, a gentleman...would give us each a pistol."

"It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself," Hector said before throwing the pistol into the sea. Jack then jumped in after it.

"Does that mean you're not sending me over?" Natilra asked, slightly anxiously.

"That is up to you." Hector was looking as anxious as she was feeling, for those who knew to look for it.

"Hector, this is my ship and you shouldn't have stolen it. " She moved toward him but hesitated a couple of steps short. Hector, however, closed the gap between them but stopped before they were touching. Natilra wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Come find me once you're mortal," she said, grabbing her weapons belt and then jumping into the sea.

NJ

Jack staggered onto the beach, looked back at the Pearl and shook off the ropes that bound his wrists.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship," he moaned. Jack then set off into the wooded area. Elizabeth, much to Natilra's relief, followed him. She had just kissed Hector, there had to be something seriously wrong with her. 'He isn't a child though. He's older than I am now.

'This is how you talked yourself into kissing him in the first place, remember.

'I know. It's just... Of all the people to kiss I choose a cursed mutineer that I last knew as a toddler!' Jack and Elizabeth reappeared at this juncture. The former came and dropped down beside her before handing her a bottle of rum.

"Are you OK?" Elizabeth asked, sitting down next to Natilra and putting her arm around the younger girl's shoulders. For the first time, Natilra looked at the woman next to her properly. Here was a woman who had had a doting father and all the riches she could have asked for. Yet she was ready to give it up for Will, why? Why was it so easy for Elizabeth to decide that he was her man?

"I'll be fine. But I think we should go and get fire-wood instead... of... just lying... here." She had punctuated the tail end of her reprimand with tickling attacks on Jack.

"OK, luv, I'm moving," he yelped and ran into the wood. Before following him, Natilra turned to Elizabeth.

"That is how you keep a guy on the run." She had great trouble saying that with a straight face. Both women were laughing uproariously as they followed Jack.

NJ

Once they had built the fire into a blaze, and had had several bottles of rum, Elizabeth and Jack started to sing and then to dance around. Much to Natilra's surprise it was Elizabeth had to teach Jack the song, but then again she had made it up as a joke.

"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me." Jack was seriously out of tune and they were both decidedly drunk.
"I love this song! Really bad eggs! Ooh," Jack yelled before falling onto the sand next to Natilra and then pulling Elizabeth down beside him. "When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!" he joked to her.
"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main," Elizabeth said "Not just the Spanish Main, love," Jack corrected her. "The entire ocean. The entire wo'ld. Wherever we want to go, we'll go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is...what the Black Pearl really is...is freedom."

"Yes, isn't she. Piracy is the closest you can come to absolute freedom." Natilra's eyes were shining with the promise and anticipation that all true pirates had. "I can come, can't I, Jack?" she faltered, she was gazing at him with worried eyes.
"Of course. She is yours after all." Jack smiled at her before taking another swig of rum.
"Jack...it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island." Natilra wondered if Elizabeth was trying to draw Jack's attention away from her by switching subject so abruptly.
"Oh, yes. But the company is infinitely better than last time, I think," Jack said, putting an arm around Natilra's shoulder. "And the scenery has definitely improved," he said, putting his other arm around Elizabeth's shoulder.
"Mr. Sparrow...I'm not entirely sure that I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk," Elizabeth said in her over-the-top posh voice, pulling out of Jack's embrace.
"I don't think I've had enough rum either to let you get away with saying I don't improve the scenery," Natilra muttered but they were so wrapped up in each other that neither noticed.
"I know exactly what you mean, luv." Jack curled his moustache, once he had stopped speaking. Elizabeth then held her bottle out for a toast.

"To freedom," she declared.
"To the Black Pearl," Jack and Natilra chorused, clinking bottles with the governor's daughter. Jack then drank until he lost consciousness.

"I think we should get some sleep while it's safe." Natilra grinned at Elizabeth's look of confusion. "You know, while he's in a drunken stupor. You're not telling me you were going to sleep with him like to wake at a moment's notice?"
So they slept. When Elizabeth woke the next morning it was to a splitting headache and they sight of a thoroughly unconscious Jack with his arm around a sleeping Natilra. It struck the elder girl how at peace the pair looked like that. But then she remembered her self-assigned task and made her way into the woods. She nearly had a large enough pile to start burning, when she noticed a fully alert captain leaning against a nearby tree.

"Are you going to try to stop me?" she asked the only other cognisant person on the island.

"No. All I want is one... no, make that two bottles." Before the would-be arsonist could object, the captain had grabbed two bottles of rum and sauntered away.
It was a further half an hour, and three crates of rum, before the other captain woke to the smell of smoke and the sight of his island burning. This captain's first act was to run to Elizabeth.

"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!" Jack yelled, flapping his arms at her.
"Yes, the rum is gone," Elizabeth said rather brutally
"Why is the rum gone?" Jack yelped.
"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" Natilra, who had a seat comparable to the gods of a theatre, thought the other woman was a bit too fierce.
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack re-iterated.
Elizabeth then, rather foolishly sat down with her back to him and stared at the horizon.

"Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon." Jack took out his pistol but then thought better of it and put it back in its holster. After this display, he stalked from Elizabeth, imitating her.

"'Must've been terrible for you to be trapped here, Jack. Must've been terrible for you.' Well it bloody is now!" he yelled whipping around to look at her inferno.

"Need a drink?" inquired a voice from ground level. He looked down to see Natilra proffering rum. Jack grabbed the bottle and swallowed about half of it. His fellow captain got to her feet and climbed to the top of the dune they were on. As soon as she got there she spotted an anchored Dauntless.

"Jack!" she called down to him. "There'll be no living with her after this," Natilra continued, once he had joined her.

A/N: I'd like to know what you thought even if you think this is the worst story in existence! Please tell me why.