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EXT. HELM OF THE DUTCHMAN--DAY
Will stands at the helm, a classic Will troubled look on his face.
His father walks up to him and slaps him on the back, a comforting gesture.
BILL
Yeh'll find a way out of this, son. This is not your fate.
WILL
Every last one dead by the sea calls for a captain.
(turning to Bill)
If this a scheme of Jack's...
CUT TO
Jack, Gibbs, Zelda, and Kit all in the crowded, dilapidated dingy they arrived on.
GIBBS
'S cozy.
ZELDA
Nice and tight-like.
They remain silent for a few awkward moments, until Jack takes notice of Kit, clutching something bulky underneath his ragged shirt.
JACK
Oi. You there.
Kit looks up at him, blank eyed.
JACK
Yes. Do you know the ways of the spoken word?
(as Kit remains silent)
Lovely thing, talk is. You can yammer on about whatever you please when you do it. Life…money…mutual acquaintances perhaps…
(Kit's face has not changed a tad)
You be absolutely right. 'Snot your place to be tellin' me various things on your mum's business.
(patting Kit on the back)
She's raised a good lad…
(beginning to murmur)
Very good lad.
CUT TO
Antina. She closes her eyes, breathing deep as the hole in her head closes over and her brain gets back to work.
BARBOSSA
(not entirely unpleasant)
Yeh heard 'a me before, lass?
Antina remains still.
BARBOSSA
(con't)
Didn't think so.
'Spose I ought to be a proper gentleman, with you being a proper lady and all.
(sweeping off his hat)
Hector Barbossa, stealer of ships and, daresay, of hearts, outwitter of Jack Sparrow and Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea.
Something strikes Antina as very wrong, and she climbs up indignantly, using the edge of the ship as balance.
ANTINA
Liar!
(she raises a shaking finger to him)
Knew not what ta think of yeh before, but now I know yer a liar. Yer no pirate lord. Not of the Caspian Sea, at least.
That title belongs to Edward Teach alone.
She is unable to say anything more as Barbossa, nimble and quick and delighted, snatches her up by the hair and pushes her so that she's smashed up against the side of the ship, arms pinned to her sides, face to the sea and his voice in her ear.
BARBOSSA
Met Eddie, have we?
Yeh know, he didn't take that surname for no reason.
Yeh know why he did?
Antina shakes her head, hyperventilating a little at the distance to the sea.
BARBOSSA
Well, what yeh think he did?
ANTINA
Teach?
BARBOSSA
Aye.
And what yeh think I did in return, lass?
ANTINA
You…learned?
BARBOSSA
(very soft)
Ayeee…
I be the learned pirate.
Morgan…Bartholomew…and Teach, of course, Teach.
(he shifts a bit)
Now, lass, yeh'd do well to tell yer mate that he can't escape the true captain o' the Black Pearl. Not now, not ever!
With a cackle and a grin, he hurls her over the side by the hair.
Antina, terrified out of her mind (and with good reason!) shrieks horribly, clawing and yanking at the air until she smacks the ocean with a sound THWAP.
Barbossa, still tickled, turns back to his crew and a chorus of pistols cocking and swords being drawn.
BARBOSSA
(plainly)
Gents.
Pintel, Ragetti, and the rest check with each other first, but reluctantly put away their weapons.
BARBOSSA
Jack'll be back, lads. Jack's always back!
As he begins to laugh, that wicked, familiar laugh—
CUT TO
Jack, checking that tiny ring yet again. He is so distracted by it that when Antina's hand bursts over the side of the tiny boat, he recoils with surprise, falling over backwards for a moment. He is left peeking between his knees, which more closely resemble elbows.
The others don't react any better.
GIBBS
(grabbing Zelda, as she is closest)
Mercy o' the power that be!
ZELDA
(crossing herself frantically)
Dio!
Kit, always the cool head, grabs his mother's wrist and pulls her aboard as she sputters and spits seawater all over them.
JACK
(having recovered slightly)
Interesting mode of transportation.
Antina replies only in looks.
GIBBS
Nice ta meet ya, ma'am—er, miss.
ANTINA
Ma'am'll do nicely, thank you.
GIBBS
Ah.
All remains rather silent and uncomfortable for a few--
JACK
Well. Les' get a move on, then!
He picks up a paddle and firmly deposits it in the hands of Gibbs, who places it in the water, shooting an irritated look back at his captain and longtime friend.
Zelda picks up the other paddle, using her female pirating arms to send them to the Dutchman.
ANTINA
(to Jack)
I shoulda known you wouldn't understan' how important this all was. You've gone an' told some idiot who thinks he's the protégé of the great pirates, the real great ones, just about everything you oughten't have!
(insulted)
And they didn't even know my name.
JACK
(still looking between his legs at her)
Now that don't sound like me at all.
EXT.—DUTCHMAN--DAY
The Irish pirate and his large black friend are there to help Jack and crew back on board. Antina, first in line and intensely angry, pushes them aside and clambers aboard on her own terms. She stalks across the deck, leaving the others in her wake.
ANTINA
Bootstrap!
(under her breath)
Goddamn him to hell.
Bootstrap turns and grabs the crook of her elbow.
ANTINA
Ah.
She begins to chew him out as the captain approaches.
WILL
I'll not have this anymore.
He draws his sword, in his element.
ANTINA
Really?
She draws the sword into her gut, where it sticks. She puts her arm up in a sort of "tada" style.
Will yanks his sword out of Antina and finds himself with little to brandish it at.
IRISHMAN
(in a rush)
Kill the witch!
The others look at him, daring him to continue.
IRISHMAN
(con't)
Kill 'er and damn her to hell already!
ANTINA
You're just upset since I refused to help overthrow this one--
(she jerks a thumb towards Will)
--an' betray Jack!
Jack tips his hat in acknowledgement; Will swings his focus and his blade back and forth between the three, not quite knowing who's the threat, if any.
IRISHMAN
(gaining strength)
We've not yet been to the land of the dead.
(his voice is breaking)
How can ya be the cap of the Flying Dutchman…
(almost sobbing)
Never see yer kingdom?
He draws his sword, giving Will a target. The captain moves across the deck, past motionless crewmwmbers waiting for him to prove his worth as the new Davy Jones.
IRISHMAN
The brig's fit to bursting, Cap.
(looking up through tears)
Yer afraid of it. Of them.
Will slowly brings his blade to his crewman's neck, forcing his chin into the air, tears of insanity making clean tracks in his dirty face.
WILL
Remind me of your name.
IRISHMAN
O'Brady.
JACK
(to himself)
O'Brady, you say?
O'Brady sobs again, face crumpling for a moment.
O'BRADY
Give it up.
Will's blade pushes more insistently.
O'BRADY
(con't)
Give it to someone…
(eyes wide)
Someone who needs it…
(whispers)
Wants it…
Will pushes his sword once more, but lets it fall away.
GIBBS
(soft yet sarcastic)
Aye, give the keys to the chest to the cryin' chap, sounds prudent.
WILL
Throw him over.
The lightest breath of a pause, until O'Brady's large friend takes him by the shirt and hauls him over the side.
O'BRADY
(throughout the pulling, hauling, and falling)
Leave the witch and the damn brig fulla Navymen in the Locker!
Let 'em rot!
ROT!!
He sprawls over, plunging, hitting a line, snapping it, and smacking the water soundly.
His mate takes one disgusted look and spits at the receding form of O'Brady.
ANTINA
(in a small voice)
Was that Navymen?
ZELDA
(eyes lighting up)
Navymen?
JACK
Bloody troublesome lot, if you ask me.