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In a flash, he draws his sword and the two begin to fight, each knowing the other's moves.
Jack quickly becomes desperate, resorting to his usual dirty tactics—kicking, swinging wildly, finding things to throw—but nothing works.
Barbossa is able to get him up onto the rail of the Pearl, the same way he came.
JACK
For one so preoccupied with death in oneself, you certainly have no qualms about forcing it onto others.
BARBOSSA
Likewise.
JACK
Least I'm direct.
He begins to edge sideways along the rail, the two swords still poised for death blows.
JACK
(con't)
I shot point-blank. In fact, the promise to do so and my indeterrable work ethic actually speak to a man of sound character, however gruesome of a thought that might be.
However, your methods border on the underhanded and indirectly sadistic.
My dear Hector, do you expect me to jump?
(he pantomimes)
Or trip, perhaps?
Neither seems likely.
(he loses his balance for a moment but regains it)
BARBOSSA
What are you proposing?
JACK
That we behave like pirates. And like men.
We work together—
BARBOSSA
Because that's always been a swimming arrangement.
JACK
--until we get what we want.
Then, it's anybody's game.
BARBOSSA
(lowering his sword)
Why?
JACK
I just want to be back in it, mate.
He gives an odd-half smile and leaps back onto the deck, brandishing his weapon once more.
JACK
Don't want to set any tongues to wagging.
They resume their fight, but intentionally keep it at close range in order to mutter to each other.
BARBOSSA
And what of the girl?
JACK
Zelda? Irrelevant at best.
BARBOSSA
Nay, the other.
JACK
What?
BARBOSSA
THE WIFE.
JACK
Oh. Suppose a kidnapping's in order?
BARBOSSA
Best leave Teach out of this?
JACK
Aye. And Turner.
EXT. QUEEN ANNE'S MAIN DECK—DAY
Teach's crew is having a time of firing and fighting off the boarders from the Dutchman at the same time.
Carver uses a broad ax to battle an EITC officer's bayonet, but is repeatedly blocked.
TEACH
Master Carver! Now is not the time for gentlemanly tactics!
Carver hits the man in the back, prompting a cackle from Teach.
TEACH
Take the helm!
The king wishes to defend his fine lady.
Teach draws his blade, an ornate affair. Practicing his fancy sword work, he plunges it deep into the heart of the first man he sees.
Unfortunately, that man is Will Turner.
WILL
Blackbeard, I'm assuming?
Teach yanks his sword from Will, inspecting it for blood but finding nothing.
TEACH
Some anonymous soldier from the Flying Dutchman, I presume?
WILL
Captain, actually.
With that, he lunges, Teach deflecting the blow and going in for a slice of his own.
TEACH
Something told me you'd be a tad more foreboding-like.
WILL
Something told me you'd be younger.
At that, Teach throws his head up and laughs.
TEACH
I'd hardly need the Fount of Eternal Youth then, would I?
WILL
You could just be partial to the idea of immortality.
TEACH
You know, a real captain wouldn't leave his ship during a battle like this.
WILL
And why's that?
Teach nods his head at the Dutchman in response.
Antina, awkward as hell and overpowered by the sea, wrestles with the wheel.
Will, speechless, ends the clash between he and Teach. The latter merely gestures—he understands—and Will scrambles to get back to his own ship.
EXT. HELM OF DUTCHMAN—DAY
As Antina fights with the wheel, Will attacks, slicing her arm, causing her grip to waver.
WILL
This is my ship!
ANTINA
You're going the wrong way!
She points to the sky, where the clouds she used to find their way before have returned.
WILL
A map.
ANTINA
We must make sure everyone follows. We're close…
Will takes the helm, keeping it on course easily.
Antina examines the ripped sleeve of her dress.
ANTINA
You owe me a new one.
EXT. PEARL—DAY
Cannons blast and a web of boarding lines swing to the Dutchman.
The Dutchman is again dangerously close to the Pearl, and Cotton has to move quickly to change course.
INT. GUNNING DECK OF THE PEARL
As the ship turns, Pintel, Ragetti, and their gun slide across deck.
They scramble and shout, trying to grab a hold of something.
EXT. DECK OF THE PEARL—DAY
Barbossa and Jack continue their play fight, which Antina lands in the middle of as she swings back, crossing herself profusely (and incorrectly).
ANTINA
Dio, Dios Dio.
They pause for a moment and take her in.
BARBOSSA
How'd you—
ANTINA
Rope. Copious amounts—
(she falls on her ass)
--of rope. And fear.
She looks up at them dizzily, holding up her two pistols.
ANTINA
I've run out of bullets.
Got any more?
JACK
How many people did you shoot?
ANTINA
One. By mistake. Navy fellow. Very nice.
BARBOSSA
So he was on our side?
ANTINA
Is there any other?
She collapses, laying out on the deck.
ANTINA
You look to be going about the right direction.
(getting up)
Good day…
She stumbles off.
JACK
Suffering, no doubt, from some sort of contusion of the brain…in such a state a woman cannot help but be kidnapped.
BARBOSSA
Indeed.
EXT. QUEEN ANNE—DAY
Teach continues to fight savagely. None of the playful gentlemanliness of Barbossa or Jack or the fine form of Will is present here. Teach fight to kill, and kill he does.
TEACH
Is that all you have to offer?
Your captain at least pretends to put up a fight.
In response, Jack Sparrow lands at his feet.
JACK
Eddie!
TEACH
Jack, I hardly recognized you under all that old age.
JACK
Now you know under that poor verneer of bite you really love me.
TEACH
Seen your old dad?
JACK
As a matter of fact, yes.
He apologizes for setting your face on fire.
TEACH
(pausing)
That were you who done that.
But no matter. I've adopted the look!
He lunges at Jack, who moves like quicksilver out of his reach.
TEACH
(con't)
But tell the sotty bastard to keep his nose out of the seas and in the books, if you don't mind.
JACK
Be my pleasure.
Jack continues to dodge and avoid all of Teach's moves. It clear he's attempting to tire the older man out.
EXT. HELM OF THE QUEEN ANNE—DAY
Carver is smashed in the head by Antina's empty pistol.
She twists the wheel, checking the sky to make sure she's got it right.
Satisfied, she turns to leave but realizes no one's there to take the helm. She sucks her teeth at Carver's still form and dies a poor and hasty job of tying up the wheel.
Zelda Marie shakes her head at the shoddy workmanship.
ZELDA
Please be let me?
Antina obliges, and Zelda competently fixes the wheel's position, her strong arms able to do what Antina's wiry ones cannot.
They both begin to fight their way outward, back to back. Zelda holds her own, but Antina swings with her pistols and misses more often than not.
Carver comes to, and Zelda quickly kicks his ax across the deck and follows it with a sharp kick to his face.
Another sailor grabs his ax, and reeling with its weight, slams it into Antina's chest.
She gasps and pauses for a moment, Zelda turning to find what's wrong.
ZELDA
What be—
(noticing)
Oh dear me, then.
She sharply pulls the ax out of Antina's chest, yanking the other woman's weight onto her shoulder.
ANTINA
Now all we do is wait…
ZELDA
For what?
ANTINA
…fog…
EXT. PEARL—DAY
Jack and Barbossa, panting slightly, continue to fake fight, though with less steam.
JACK
(slowing)
Enough?
Barbossa nods and Jack wanders off, breathing heavily.
EXT. DUTCHMAN—DAY
Will and Bill fight side by side, father and son destroying the barrage of invading pirates.
A fog slowly starts to creep up, the sky darkening with it.
Gibbs turns to where the horizon should be.
GIBBS
Captain! Fog's approaching!
Another unnatural one.
BILL
Has there ever been any other?
Antina, standing on her own now, sees the same.
ANTINA
The clouds have come.
EXT. PENDERTON'S SHIP—FOG
Penderton struggles to see as the other ships he has been circling vanish in the fog.
PENDERTON
We've lost her.
(to his crew)
We've lost Anne! Marker!
CAPTAIN MARKER
She's gone, Penderton!
(quiet)
No trace…