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EXT. MAIN DECK OF THE BLACK PEARL—NIGHT
O'Brady looks to the sea, leg wrapped tightly in white bandages. He spots the Dutchman.
O'BRADY
She's found us! That merchant of death and destruction is upon us!
INT. TEACH'S PALACE—NIGHT
Antina and Teach still stand at their makeshift alter, an audience of other wives and sailors, Barbossa among them.
Cotton bursts through the door, gesturing wildly.
BARBOSSA
Of course they send the mute, the worthless twits!
Where's the bloody parrot?!
TEACH
Pardon?
BARBOSSA
The bloody parrot!
Cotton's parrot flies in, circling the room and landing on Cotton's shoulder.
COTTON'S PARROT
Whelp! Whelp!
TEACH
Captain Barbossa?
BARBOSSA
Begging your fine pardon, but it's the Flying Dutchman.
Bit urgent.
There is an immediate and mad race to arms. Antina takes off her chains with ease and draws her pistols.
ANTINA
(realizing whose side she's on)
Oh wait.
EXT. SEA—BREAKING DAWN
The Dutchman sails just out of range of the ships at the Island of New Providence.
EXT. ISLAND OF NEW PROVIDENCE—DAWN
Sailors splash through the shallow waters, tossing weapons and ammunition to each other.
They climb into large tree houses, for lack of a better term, inside of which there are ropes that they use to swing onto moving ships. MOVING SHIPS.
Barbossa and Teach drag Antina between them.
TEACH
(to his crew)
Shimmy like some good'll come of it! Back to the ships!
BARBOSSA
(to his)
Back to the Pearl, lads!
TEACH
It's my island and you know--I protect.
BARBOSSA
A fight's brewing and nary a fool'd do it without the Pearl.
TEACH
Fine.
We'll take the bloody Pearl.
(shouting)
Wake up Queen Anne, boys! The guests will be served on only the finest china we've got!
Antina is still dragged by both Barbossa and Teach to a longboat, which is rowed out to sea.
BARBOSSA
The lady'll be on my ship.
TEACH
Hector. Naturally my beloved and me will be together.
BARBOSSA
It was her ship all those years ago.
TEACH
I don't give a damn about then, it's now.
BARBOSSA
We can let her decide.
ANTINA
I could lose both you bickering bats and rejoin with Turner and his kit.
They both tighten their grips and point a pistol at her face.
ANTINA
(con't)
But I suppose I'll have to settle for the Pearl.
Formerly the Wench.
Barbossa sends Teach a simpering smile.
EXT. SEA—DAWN
The sails unfurl on THE QUEEN ANNE'S REVENGE, a frigate dwarfing all other ships.
A thorny looking bo'sun by the name of CARVER barks orders to the rest of the crew as Blackbeard takes the helm.
Other crewmembers remove his flamboyant hat and replace it with a modest tricorner with a single white feather.
A match is lit and brought to Teach's beard, lighting rather like slow-burning flares mixed with cigars. Tendrils of the beard spark and give off smoke.
EXT. MAIN DECK OF THE DUTCHMAN—EARLY MORNING
Less fearsome in the sun, but no smaller, the Dutchman prepares for war.
WILL
Round up every last sorry one of them and send them to the brig!
JACK
Brig? Curious choice of words.
WILL
(turning to Jack)
God save you if you leave us to pursue the Pearl.
I won't.
He turns back to his crew as they prepare for another confrontation.
JACK
You'd send me to the brig, no doubt.
Will freezes.
JACK
(con't)
Where I'm sure I'd find plenty of deadun's to chat up.
WILL
(rasing his blade)
Stay out of it.
JACK
Just what I propose.
Keep me out of it.
(leaning close)
Get fishier.
EXT. DECK OF THE DUTCHMAN—MORNING
Half an army of dozens of Royal Navy soldiers, EITC officials, and a few wayward sailors, all looking as though they haven't washed, slept, or eaten in ages—which they haven't—take up most of the space between the normal, sparse crew.
Will leaps onto the side, surveying his new army.
WILL
Men! Listen! I ask of you as commander of the dead to fight for me! Fight against odds—
JACK
(muttering)
Well nigh insurmountable ones, lest you forget.
WILL
--and I shall reward you with real life, not the empty promises of my predecessor! I will give you a chance to walk the Earth away from this cursed vessel.
NAVYMAN
What if we'd rather be at rest?
The crowd parts to reveal one JAMES NORRINGTON, looking just as ragged as his counterparts.
WILL
(ignoring the fact that he recognizes Norrington)
I will give you the choice.
Do you fear death? Or do you welcome life?
EXT. QUEEN ANNE'S REVENGE—MORNING.
Blackbeard stands at his helm, catching sight of Barbossa at his and tipping his hat, beard aflame.
TEACH
Full canvas!
Anne wishes to give her regards to Davy Jones!
EXT. DECK OF THE PEARL—MORNING
Antina stands among the pirates, guns out but eyes nervous.
CREWMEMBER
You're Jack's wife?
Antina gives him a look in response.
CREWMEMBER
(chuckling)
Yeah, he got it right.
I'd rather bed Davy Jones than you too.
EXT. SEA—MORNING
The ships (mainly the Pearl, Queen, and Dutchman) are caught in the breath between winds and before battles.
The wind begins to pick up, filling the sails of the Pearl, Queen Anne, and the other frigates on Teach's side.
BARBOSSA
Hold your fire!
Nice and close.
The Pearl closes the gab between her and the Dutchman without firing a shot.
BILL
Cap'n?
WILL
She's holding fire…
The Queen Anne begins to swing around to the Dutchman's other side.
ANTINA
(whisper)
Dammit Jack, figure it out.
Jack takes in the maneuver, then runs to the helm, wrestling Bootstrap for the wheel.
BILL
Jack?!
JACK
Time for that now we do not have! Give it!!
Bill does so, letting Jack turn the sip, hard, harder, almost pulling the thing apart by its own seams until it faces the broad port side of Queen Anne head on.
BILL
What are you banking on??
JACK
Vanity.
EXT. HELM OF THE QUEEN ANNE—MORNING
Teach watches the Dutchman approach, a deer-in-the-headlights look upon his face, all manner of cockiness gone.
CARVER
Captain!!
TEACH
Awaiting orders…orders…
He gives a ROAR of frustration and wrenches his ship away from the oncoming Dutchman.
TEACH
Blast you, you sea devil.
FIRE!!!
And best be accurate if you want to keep your eyes where they belong!!
INT. GUNNING DECK OF THE PEARL—DARK BUT MORNING
Ironically, Ragetti takes careful aim with his gun, Pintel by his side.
RAGETTI
'Snever a good omen to fire at the merchant of death.
PINTEL
That's why we is! To avoid being merchanted. Like tea.
They shiver at the thought but stay ready to fire.
EXT. MAIN DECK OF THE PEARL—DAY
Barbossa sees a blast of cannonfire, a huge blast, go the Dutchman's way.
BARBOSSA
Bloody senile old fool's out to doom us all!
Ready to reprise!
O'BRADY
You plan to board her and you're a fool.
BARBOSSA
Board her and best her.
You forget the yellow belly of her captain.
O'BRADY
You forget the sea herself favors that yellow belly.
The Dutchman, veering wildly, nearly tips but is helped to right itself by a swell.
GIBBS
(nearly tipping)
Thank Calypso herself for that one!
BILL
We'll need to do a little more than tip our hats if we hope to win this one.
JACK
Got you covered on that.
He walks through the newly crowded deck. A sword is shoved into his hands.
Nearly on cue, he bumps into Norrington, handing him the sword.
JACK
Here you go, mate. I'm not in the mood and seems you've got the chance for another girl.
Norrington says nothing, just looks at the worn weapon in his hands.
WILL
This time we take the Pearl and destroy her!
Prepare to board!
JACK
(worried)
The destruction being in purely figurative terms, savvy?
EXT. CHURNING SEA—DAY
The three ships form an odd triangle, the four others making a circle around them.
One of the four, a modest frigate with markedly less funs than any of the main three, is kept still by their captain, a leathery faced man with tiny slits of blue eyes peeking out.
CAPTAIN
They expect us to just watch?
(to the next ship)
Oi! Penderton! What we supposed to do?
CAPTAIN PENDERTON
Haven't got a clue!
(to the next ship over)
What's we supposed to be doing, Marker?
CAPTAIN MARKER
No idea!
While they simply keep their rather difficult courses steady, the Queen Anne is having a time of shooting, swerving wildly, and keeping herself involved in a fight that threatens to merely be between the Pearl and the Dutchman.
TEACH
I'll not be irrelevant!
Let's pay them a visit, you shabby-lookings!
FIRE!!
He wrenches the wheel of the ship gleefully, looking about six years old.
The blast of cannons catch Barbossa's ear and eye.
BARBOSSA
What is that blasted lobster playing?
(to the crew)
I want to see twice the sweat on your brows now we've got to cover our own arses and the good Queen Anne's!
EXT. DUTCHMAN—DAY
Jack, so cool he sticks out among the battling pirates, sneakily grabs a line and uses it to swing to the Pearl again.
JACK
Never gets old.
He pats the rail of the ship, cannons having ripped a large splintered gap.
JACK
Ah, luv, you're looking right awful.
The blade of Hector Barbossa meets Jack's chest with a light touch.
Jack looks up with displeasure in his eyes.
BARBOSSA
Now, Jack, be charitable. Being a captain's a stressful job.
JACK
Don't ever seem to bother me.