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EXT.—DECK OF DUTCHMAN—DUSK
The crew and guests sprawl across the ship, drunk beyond belief.
CREWMAN
(drunenkly)
Best…best rum in a while…
He trips on his own feet and lands in a pile of rope, tangling himself in it.
Jack strolls by, a little tipsy, if that.
JACK
And one calls oneself an actual pirate.
He takes a drink from the bottle in his hand and passes by Gibbs, who raises his drink happily and resumes telling a tale to Zelda.
GIBBS
(overheard in passing)
…the other island, Isla de Muertos, that were not a place to be trifled with, and mad Captain Hector Barbossa…
Jack continues along the deck and stops at Will, all buttoned up and without a bottle of Antina's rum.
He sits on an old barrel.
JACK
Hardly a place for a true captain.
WILL
Where would you suggest a "real" captain sit?
JACK
(mid-swig)
You can stay there.
WILL
(thinking)
Why is this lot--
(the Dutchman)
--preferable for a pirate, Jack?
JACK
See, the problem with those captains who only vaguely imagine they are such is that they only use the sea as a means to an end.
(he drinks)
I prefer to use the ends to get to the sea.
(shake of head)
Be nice to eliminate the ends altogether.
WILL
Depends on the strength of the agreement between the pirate and the ends.
JACK
Hmm, never seem to worry about the agreement of the supposed pirate and means, do you.
Antina pops into their conversation from her place laying on the deck, hair askew.
ANTINA
Agreements? I knows a thing or two 'bout those.
Will and Jack remain silent.
ANTINA
(con't)
What you think a marriage is?
(leaning close)
An accord of the highest—
--accord!
She dissolves into laughter, drunk as day.
Jack leans over and pats her on the head sympathetically.
WILL
Marriage is not the same as love.
ANTINA
Course not!
Never said that. Never been in love with who've I've had the pleasure of engaging in the particular act of matrimony with.
As way of recognition, she tugs Jack's boot, dissolving into laughter.
JACK
(nervously)
Ah, the ramblings of a drunkard.
(to Will)
Not really worth listening to when you get down to it.
ANTINA
Ah, Jack Sparrow, you know you signed away the remainder of your life to me when you were not much more than twelve.
(leaning on Will's barrel)
I thought you claimed to be honest.
Will says nothing, but puts the pieces together.
Jack, on the other hand, looks between the two, not sure who to fear more. He settles on uncomfortable with everyone.
INT.—BROTHEL—LATER
Murtogg and Mullroy, trying their best to be piratey in general, sit sandwiched between Scarlett and Giselle, both of which are trying to get a new customer.
Barbossa, back from the rear quarters, storms past them with a mission.
They leap off the sofa and awkwardly follow their captain.
MURTOGG
What you think he's up to?
MULLROY
I hope something fierce it don't involve Jack Sparrow.
EXT.—PEARL—NIGHT
The crew, Cotton at the helm, waits for their captain to speak, the deck slick but the wind soft.
BARBOSSA
Ladies, we have our heading.
Island of New Providence!
MARTY
But that 'swhere Blackbeard's been known to stay!
PINTEL
That's worse than Jack!
RAGETTI
At least you know what Jack's after.
All fall silent, not quite sure what Jack's ever after.
RAGETTI
(con't)
Well, he's constantly trying to outwit his own mortality, because his past decisions often lead to dire circumstances.
BARBOSSA
Well, lads, yer lucky.
Since ya love Jack so much, say hello when we visit him!
PINTEL
Where is he?
BARBOSSA
With the only man on the seven seas fool enough to trust him…WILLIAM TURNER!
COTTON'S PARROT
Find the whelp! Find the girl! Find the Fount!
EXT.—DUTCHMAN—NIGHT
Will is at the helm, keeping the ship steady. He breathes heavily, as though he were about to pass out. He gives his head a quick shake, to clear it, but his brow remains furrowed, the sound of the waves intensifying in his ears; it could almost be a watery heartbeat, except for the fact that his heart is miles away.
The large black man, TOUSSAINT, O'Brady's onetime friend, shouts to the Captain.
TOUSSAINT
Cap'n! Ship approaching broadside port!
Will, head spinning and steps a little unsteady, looks to the port side of the ship.
What looks like the same situation Jack, Antina, and Zelda created when they first met Jack is mirrored.
WILL
It's nothing but a longboat, don't load the cannons!
He walks over to the rail of the ship, slowly, his sense of foreboding still ringing in his ears.
He peers over just to see Peter O'Brady, clutching his leg and bleeding profusely in a split longboat, smiling manically.
O'BRADY
Fancy seein' you here, Cap!
WILL
O'Brady…
Tina, appearing once again out of nowhere, clambers into a kneeling position enough to see O'Brady and take in her surroundings.
She looks to the sky, not recognizing anything.
ANTINA
You've lost my heading!
(standing)
You've—you've me…betrayed…
WILL
I've not changed the heading!
She pulls out a pistol and shoots him in the chest, reeling from the kickback of the gun.
Will, of course, does nothing; being Davy Jones renders him immune to such things.
ANTINA
(sheepish)
Best we forget this?
WILL
(grabbing her arms)
I did not change the heading. I did not move the ship.
ANTINA
(whispered)
Then where are we?