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August, 2003. The Same Place. Fifteen Minutes Later. At the Sign of the Dead Fish.
Senators Norrington and Swann, along with Admiral Leahy, entered the pub. A local lad had informed them that the name of the bar was an allusion to an Earnest Hemmingway book. They had actually stopped at this fishy island, not because they figured that Shawna and Elizabeth were there, but because Senator Norrington needed to use the restroom and the one on board did not suit him.
"This is really a delightful locale, is it not, Senator Swann?" remarked Norrington to his counterpart as soon as he had relieved himself. "Let's stay for a drink."
"Okay. I wonder if they have any cheap beer. I'm running out of ways of looking sophisticated."
"Yes, a good round of cheap beer on me," exclaimed a delighted Leahy.
Norrington turned to the closest barmaid, and said:
"Bring us three beers of your lowest quality."
"Yes and yes," replied the barmaid.
"What?"
"Yes, I will bring you three cheap beers. Yes, I will marry you."
"I did not ask you to marry me!" Norrington protested. "In fact, I detest any and all thought of contracting an alliance with you! Banish the thought from your head and remove thyself from my presence!"
The barmaid snickered, and walked out of the pub, and onto either the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria before removing her barmaid disguise . . . revealing none other than Elizabeth Swann.
"That woman was of the lowest quality," said Sen. Swann. Leahy and Norrington nodded. Swann turned to another barmaid and repeated Norrington's order.
"Oh, woe is me!" lamented a voice from Leahy's left.
"What? Why?" Leahy asked the drunk man.
"I used to be head of a pirate band. I was their king . . . ."
"A pirate king?"
"You know, better to live and die than to play a sanctimonious part with a pirate head and a pirate heart. For I am a pirate king!" the drunk man began to sing.
"You're that person!" cried Norrington, recognizing the drunk pirate king. "The one I tried to hang earlier this morning. Or maybe that was yesterday. One gets confused in this movie."
"Yes, that is me," Jack replied in a very sober voice. "I have a proposition for you, Senator."
"Does it involve screwing the American people and their Constitution?"
"Would I ask you if it didn't?"
"Good point."
"Anyway, could you send a ship after one of my friends? His name is William Turner. Since you don't know, because you two haven't come face to face in this rpardody, he is your rival for Elizabeth."
"Then what's in it for me?" asked Norrington.
"Lots of money and fame for capturing the pirates who have captured Will. You won't do any work, of course, but you'll take all the credit for it, anyway."
"I like you. You could be a politician."
"No. I prefer honest crime," the pirate Captain shot back.
Senator Swann and Leahy agreed to this plan. Jack introduced the Umbrella to them, and all involved set out for the island whose name is either French or Spanish.
August, 2003. The Same Place. Fifteen Minutes Later. At the Sign of the Dead Fish.
Senators Norrington and Swann, along with Admiral Leahy, entered the pub. A local lad had informed them that the name of the bar was an allusion to an Earnest Hemmingway book. They had actually stopped at this fishy island, not because they figured that Shawna and Elizabeth were there, but because Senator Norrington needed to use the restroom and the one on board did not suit him.
"This is really a delightful locale, is it not, Senator Swann?" remarked Norrington to his counterpart as soon as he had relieved himself. "Let's stay for a drink."
"Okay. I wonder if they have any cheap beer. I'm running out of ways of looking sophisticated."
"Yes, a good round of cheap beer on me," exclaimed a delighted Leahy.
Norrington turned to the closest barmaid, and said:
"Bring us three beers of your lowest quality."
"Yes and yes," replied the barmaid.
"What?"
"Yes, I will bring you three cheap beers. Yes, I will marry you."
"I did not ask you to marry me!" Norrington protested. "In fact, I detest any and all thought of contracting an alliance with you! Banish the thought from your head and remove thyself from my presence!"
The barmaid snickered, and walked out of the pub, and onto either the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria before removing her barmaid disguise . . . revealing none other than Elizabeth Swann.
"That woman was of the lowest quality," said Sen. Swann. Leahy and Norrington nodded. Swann turned to another barmaid and repeated Norrington's order.
"Oh, woe is me!" lamented a voice from Leahy's left.
"What? Why?" Leahy asked the drunk man.
"I used to be head of a pirate band. I was their king . . . ."
"A pirate king?"
"You know, better to live and die than to play a sanctimonious part with a pirate head and a pirate heart. For I am a pirate king!" the drunk man began to sing.
"You're that person!" cried Norrington, recognizing the drunk pirate king. "The one I tried to hang earlier this morning. Or maybe that was yesterday. One gets confused in this movie."
"Yes, that is me," Jack replied in a very sober voice. "I have a proposition for you, Senator."
"Does it involve screwing the American people and their Constitution?"
"Would I ask you if it didn't?"
"Good point."
"Anyway, could you send a ship after one of my friends? His name is William Turner. Since you don't know, because you two haven't come face to face in this rpardody, he is your rival for Elizabeth."
"Then what's in it for me?" asked Norrington.
"Lots of money and fame for capturing the pirates who have captured Will. You won't do any work, of course, but you'll take all the credit for it, anyway."
"I like you. You could be a politician."
"No. I prefer honest crime," the pirate Captain shot back.
Senator Swann and Leahy agreed to this plan. Jack introduced the Umbrella to them, and all involved set out for the island whose name is either French or Spanish.