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EXT.—PEARL—DAY
In the wee hours of the morning, Antina stands chained to the mast, singing at the top of her lungs.
ANTINA
The wife of the king
Only evil will bring
Any day anyway
A wicked wench preferred!
Barbossa's eyes drift shut with impatience and his grip tightens on the rigging as he watches the young sun rise.
Pintel and Ragetti, trying to stay out of earshot, crouch on the other side of the mast, muttering.
PINTEL
Never understood that song.
RAGETTI
Suppose it's really about girl's not being all about what they look like on the outside.
PINTEL
Any fool could tell ya that—all they'd have to do is looks at half the ones on Tortuga!
ANTINA
(con't)
She'll steal yer ship and rob ya blind
But if yer smart you'll never leave
A pirate's wench behind
Barbossa turns, firing into the air.
BARBOSSA
Stow it, ya overrated barely living wharf rat!
You want to stay in the brig? Away from any rays of sun that might so kindly grace yah with their presence in this here arrangement?
ANTINA
(shrugging)
Don' matter ta me, Cap'n.
(quieter)
Whatever prison you build, I'll escape, you can bet yer monkey's life on that.
All without a scratch on me.
Ironically, a large scratch snakes its way down Antina's neck, something that Ragetti notices with some surprise.
RAGETTI
(pointing)
What's that, then?
Antina feels the place to which he gestures. With a shock of recognition, she sucks in her breath sharply.
ANTINA
(very slow, very hesitant)
A veritable hourglass of unsavory concepts and ideas.
Not to mention injuries.
(to Barbossa)
What would you say if you wanted to, say, get somewhere with a little…
PINTEL
Posthaste?
Antina nods, biting her lips nervously.
BARBOSSA
(feigning thought)
Well, that'd be…
(to the crew)
Full canvas!! Bring us to Teach like yer worthless lives depended on it!
(to Pintel and Ragetti)
An' kindly escort Mrs. Sparrow here to the brig.
EXT.—DUTCHMAN—DAY
Jack is at the helm, a broad smile spreading across his face as he grips the wheel of the Dutchman, giving her her new heading.
He checks his compass, pleased with what he sees.
JACK
Not that hard to find a direct course to Teach.
BILL
Blackbeard.
JACK
Never liked it, me. Dehumanized the chap. No longer was it, "oh, let's visit dear Eddie." It was more along the lines of "fear the ground the bloke walks upon."
BILL
Why is he taking her there? To Blackbeard.
JACK
(unwilling to tell the truth)
Teachie's an educated man. He knows all manners of ways to skin the proverbial cat--lass.
BILL
Really.
JACK
Keeping in the proverbial state of mind, a certain proverb about a certain piece or two of property that was stolen only to be resold for a promise of information could quite accurately depict the current situation.
Bill, unable to concentrate on the helm any longer, ropes it into place and descends to the deck—looks Jack in the eye.
BILL
You gave her things to Blackbeard.
JACK
Sold. For a fair and equal price; something which is usually impossible to come by when pirates are involved.
BILL
Cheated her.
JACK
Did not!
BILL
You stole them!
JACK
If she were at all canny she'd of figured it out!
INT.—BRIG OF THE PEARL—DARK
Pintel slams the bars of the brig closed, Antina peeking through them.
Ragetti has a small wooden cage with a tiny rock/crab inside.
ANTINA
What's that?
RAGETTI
Nothin'.
ANTINA
Really.
RAGETTI
(holding it up for her to see)
Half rock, half crab.
It's part of Calypso.
Figure it's good luck.
PINTEL
Yes, for she's brought us nothing but good fortune as of now!
ANTINA
(childish)
I hate her.
RAGETTI
(a little hurt)
What for?
ANTINA
Only one other ever made it off the isle before.
They shoved Calypso into her.
RAGETTI
That weren't her fault.
ANTINA
You're right. It weren't Tia Dalma's fault.
(leaning closer)
But I've heard she's free. And forbid they ever try to do the same to me.
EXT.—DUTCHMAN—DAY
Jack is at the helm, a broad smile spreading across his face as he grips the wheel of the Dutchman, giving her her new heading.
He checks his compass, pleased with what he sees.
JACK
Not that hard to find a direct course to Teach.
BILL
Blackbeard.
JACK
Never liked it, me. Dehumanized the chap. No longer was it, "oh, let's visit dear Eddie." It was more along the lines of "fear the ground the bloke walks upon."
BILL
Why is he taking her there? To Blackbeard.
JACK
(unwilling to tell the truth)
Teachie's an educated man. He knows all manners of ways to skin the proverbial cat--lass.
BILL
Really.
JACK
Keeping in the proverbial state of mind, a certain proverb about a certain piece or two of property that was stolen only to be resold for a promise of information could quite accurately depict the current situation.
Bill, unable to concentrate on the helm any longer, ropes it into place and descends to the deck—looks Jack in the eye.
BILL
You gave her things to Blackbeard.
JACK
Sold. For a fair and equal price; something which is usually impossible to come by when pirates are involved.
BILL
Cheated her.
JACK
Did not!
BILL
You stole them!
JACK
If she were at all canny she'd of figured it out!
INT.—BRIG OF THE PEARL—DARK
Pintel slams the bars of the brig closed, Antina peeking through them.
Ragetti has a small wooden cage with a tiny rock/crab inside.
ANTINA
What's that?
RAGETTI
Nothin'.
ANTINA
Really.
RAGETTI
(holding it up for her to see)
Half rock, half crab.
It's part of Calypso.
Figure it's good luck.
PINTEL
Yes, for she's brought us nothing but good fortune as of now!
ANTINA
(childish)
I hate her.
RAGETTI
(a little hurt)
What for?
ANTINA
Only one other ever made it off the isle before.
They shoved Calypso into her.
RAGETTI
That weren't her fault.
ANTINA
You're right. It weren't Tia Dalma's fault.
(leaning closer)
But I've heard she's free. And forbid they ever try to do the same to me.
EXT.—DUTCHMAN—DAY
Will stands at the bow of the ship, staring into the horizon, seeing nothing but an expanse of blue—no land whatsoever. Even the clouds are gone.
WILL
Jack!
GIBBS
Actually doubt it's his fault.
WILL
A mystery of the sea, is it?
GIBBS
More of a conscious decision on the behalf of…
(whispered)
Blackbeard.
I hear his island's so unprotected, no one can ever find it. Pirates are, on the whole, an easily distracted lot.
WILL
Captain of the Flying Dutchman, Gibbs.
I'm done waiting for Jack.
Or Blackbeard, for that matter.
Will makes off for below deck, where he runs smack into Jack, in the midst of stuffing the Navigational Charts into his frockcoat.
JACK
(tipping his hat)
Ah! Captain!
Will rolls his eyes.
WILL
For once, we seem to have similar ideas.
He snatches the splintered charts from Jack and lays them out, as Jack and Gibbs crowd him.
GIBBS
Why didn't we just use these in the first place?
JACK
Eternal life's a fickle thing. But with the initial plan having flown the symbolic coop, we must cope.
WILL
(turning the charts)
Land of the dead…
Land of life…
JACK
Island of Life…
GIBBS
Water of life?
JACK
Inevitably, in a parenthetical sense.
Gibbs reaches out to touch it, but Jack slaps his hand away.
JACK
Where is it?
The diminutive chalice-y thing …
The goblet reading "Agua de Vida" indeed is gone from the upper right hand corner where it formerly read.
Jack frantically turns the various rings, searching for it, but only succeeds in making a long trace of dotted lines, formerly halves of words, leading a meandering path to a small diamond in what looks to be empty sea.
JACK
That's Island of New Providence.