In the dark dungeons of Saint Martin, Jack Sparrow was being dragged by two guards through the hallways, presumably to his execution. As Jack went past several cells, he heard the singing of a pirate – a pirate whose voice he recognised.
As the guards dragged him past the cell, Jack looked up at them "Wait, wait, stop!" He said, and the guards stopped moving. Jack looked into the cell nearby, seeing an older pirate inside. The older pirate turned around, and Jack smiled with glee. "Uncle Jack!" He said in surprise.
"Jacky Boy!" Uncle Jack said, enjoyed, walking up to the cell door. "How's it going?" He asked Jack. "Can't complain, really." Jack responded. "You?" Uncle Jack thought for a second. "I've been waiting all morning in here for a beating – but the service is terrible!" Uncle Jack said.
Jack shook his head. "Shameful." He remarked. Uncle Jack walked closer to the bars, and Jack motioned for the guards to pull him closer to the cell door. "The oceans have turned to blood," Uncle Jack begun. "Better to stay on dry land – where it's safe." He suggested. Jack looked at Uncle Jack with confusion. "I'm about to be executed on dry land." He remarked.
"Good point." Uncle Jack responded. "Did I ever tell you the one about the skeleton?" He asked Jack. "Yes you have, many times-" Jack started, only to be cut off by Uncle Jack. "Skeleton goes into a bar – orders a beer and a mop."
Off in the distance, a prisoner laughed at the joke as Jack shook his head. "Funny as ever." He deadpanned. "Come on, let's go." One of the guards said, pulling Jack away from the cell door and started to pull him away. "Oh! If they disembowel you – ask for Victor, he's got the softest hands!" Uncle Jack said. "Thank you!" Jack responded. "Mention my name, and they won't cut your feet off!" Uncle Jack added.
In the main plaza of Saint Martin, a carriage rode in, caging dozens of so called 'witches', surrounded by a large crowd. Carina Smyth was among these 'witches', watching as the crowd followed the carriage – they expected a good execution. Carina noticed something in the distance, a rope held up in front of the crowd. She was going to be hanged. A guard walked into the cage once the carriage stopped, grabbing her and pulling her out. "You're first." The guard said.
Meanwhile, in the same plaza, another carriage stopped moving and the backdoor was opened, Jack Sparrow being pulled out. "And how would you like to die, Pirate?" One of the guards asked sarcastically. "Hanging? Firing Squad? Or, a new invention – the Guillotine?"
Jack looked at the guard, smiling. "Guillotine? Sounds French." He remarked. "I love the French – did you know they invented Mayonnaise? How bad could it be – it's French! Ey?" In response, the guard spun Jack around, showing him the large, angled blade held up by a wooden frame – and obvious decapitation device. "Oh – that bad." Jack remarked. "O-oh! I've changed me mind!" He said, as the guard pushed him through the large crowd and towards the steps up to the Guillotine.
Carina was pushed through the crowd too, heading towards her imminent death by hanging. She was pushed up the stairs of the large, wooden platform. Nearby, Henry Turner watched Carina and Jack get closer to their execution devices, from a bell tower. "Oh come on!" Jack said. "I have to walk up stairs as well!"
"Get the basket!" One of the guards said, another guard going and picking up a basket on the wooden platform holding the Guillotine. "Basket – why?" Jack asked, being pushed down into the Guillotine, his head fitting in the wooden half-circle. Carina was pushed across the wooden platform, and rope was placed around her neck.
"Here's an idea, here's an idea!" Jack begun. "Why don't we have a regular, old-fashioned stoning, ey? I'd kill to be stoned right now. Gets the crowd involved – doesn't it? I shall like to speak to Victor in disembowelment! I shall like to speak to Victor in – ooh." Jack remarked, as the basket was placed in front of him, decapitated heads visible inside. "I-I'm not one to complain normally, but this basket's full of heads." Jack said.
Carina looked around to the crowd, as they yelled crazily. "The final words of Carina Smyth." She started, only to have her voice blocked out by the yelling from the crowd. "QUIET!" She yelled, the crowd stopping suddenly, looking straight at her.
"Hm – the final words of Carina Smyth," She begun. Jack Sparrow sighed as he heard her start talking. "Good sirs, I am not a witch, and I forgive your common dim-wittedness and feeble brains." Carina continued. "In short – most of you have the mind of a goat." She said. Suddenly, Jack started talking.
"Pardon me," Jack interrupted. "Is it not common practice for those about to be executed to be - I don't know, worried or something or rather?" He asked her. "I believe I was making a point." Carina stated. "If you could just be patient." She turned to start speaking again, only to be cut off. "NO!" Jack said. "My head's about to be lopped off – hence the urgency."
"And my neck is to be broken!" Carina said. "Did you know that on occasion – you neck doesn't actually break?" Jack asked her. "It just – hurts?" "What?" Carina responded. "Oh yes!" Jack begun, only to be cut off by Carina. "May I finish?" She asked him.
"Oh! You're lucky!" Jack responded. "Wish I was hung." Carina looked straight at him. "Kill the filthy pirate – I'll wait." She said. "The witch's first!" He responded. "I am not a witch!" Carina responded. Suddenly, one of the noblemen in the crowd stood up. "Kill them both!" He demanded, and the crowd erupted into agreement. The executioner was just about to drop the floor beneath Carina, when Henry Turner suddenly swung through the air past her, yelling as he did so.
He fell onto the ground, tackling a guard to the ground. He got up, punching one guard in the face and kicking another away from him. However, the guards surrounded him, grabbing him and holding him. The nobleman looked down at Henry. "Did you think you could defeat us, boy?" He asked Henry.
"No sir – I'm just a diversion." Henry responded. "FIRE!" He yelled, and right in the middle of the crowd, Gibbs, Scrum, Marty and the rest of Jack's crew pulled the sheet off a cannon and ignited it. The cannonball flew towards Jack's Guillotine, hitting the bottom of the wooden platform and sending him spinning into the air, the Guillotine flying off and landing on the ground alongside Jack.
Scrum ran forward, unsheathing his sword and exchanging blows with a guard before sucker punching him in the face. Henry got free of his captors, kicking one away and attacking another. Gibbs and Marty fired another cannonball, hitting the spectator stand and sending the noblemen flying into the air.
Scrum got up to Carina's wooden platform, turning and looking at the executioner. He ran up to the executioner, jumping and kicking him in the chest, only to bounce off and fall to the ground. The executioner walked over to Scrum, only to be kicked off the wooden platform by Carina. "Thank you!" Scrum said, getting up.
Guards swarmed the area as the crowd scattered, firing rifles at the pirates. Marty ran up to one guard, knocking him to the ground. Scrum defended Carina, who still had the rope around her neck. He exchanged sword blows with a guard, fighting and fighting. He punched the guard, who fell off the platform.
"Thank you." Carina said. "You're welcome, my lady." Scrum responded, taking his hat off and accidently knocking the lever which opened the platform beneath Carina. Carina fell, only to be caught by Henry Turner below her. "Gotcha!" He said.
Jack slowly got up, only to see a guard run at him with a sword. Gibbs ran in between them, knocking the guard back and kicking him to the ground. He turned and looked at Jack. "Knew you'd come crawling back, traitor." Jack remarked. "The Turner boy offered ten silver pieces to save your neck." Gibbs responded, before exchanging blows with another guard.
"From this moment on, we are to be allies!" Henry said to Carina, holding her up. "Considering where your left hand is, I'd say we're more than that!" She responded. "We will find the Trident together – do I have your word?" He asked her. "You're holding everything but my word." She responded.
"I shall reward you for the honour of saving me!" Jack said to Gibbs. "I need a donation." Gibbs turned and looked at Jack, kicking a guard away. "You expect us to pay you to save you?" He asked Jack. "Yes!" Jack responded. "For a mere ten pieces!"
"Perhaps we could discuss this later, as I'm having trouble maintaining support!" Henry said. A higher ranked guard walked over to the two – Scarfield. "Well, look at this." Scarfield said. "If I kill the coward – the witch hangs. Two for the price of one!"
"Please don't let go of me." Carina said. "Might be difficult once he kills me!" Henry responded. Scarfield walked over to Henry, about to attack, only to be knocked out by Jack Sparrow from behind. Jack walked up to the two. "Gentlemen," He begun. "These two prisoners will lead us to the Trident." Jack said, pointing at Henry and Carina.
At the Dying Gull, Carina and Henry were tied to the mast of the ship. Gibbs walked up to Jack. "Sir, are you sure that they can lead us to the Trident?" He asked his Captain. "There's nothing to be concerned about, at all." Jack responded. "What could possibly go wrong?"
"So this was your plan?" Carina asked Henry. "To be tortured and killed by Pirates?" Henry looked around at her. "You said you needed a ship." She responded. "You call this a ship?" She responded, looking around at the broken and batter Dying Gull.
"Cut the rope!" Jack yelled out, and Scrum cut a rope with his sword, triggering a chain of events which broke the wooden pillars holding the Dying Gull to the beach. "Prepare to drown!" Gibbs stated bluntly.
The Dying Gull quickly moved backwards, across the beach and towards the sea. Jack looked around in enjoyment – his new ship was going to sail. Suddenly, the ship stopped, and the crew fell to their feet. "Somethings gone wrong." Jack said.
The rope preventing the Dying Gull from moving suddenly ripped in half, and the Gull suddenly continued to move backwards, into the ocean. It floated above the calm sea – it had worked. Jack stood up, at the wheel of the small vessel. "She floats!" Marty yelled, the crew celebrating.