A/N: I think I might just post everything now--feel free to spread out the reading! Don't feel overwhelmed. I'm just going to get all the chapters to the end of the fic up while I have a working computer. :)
INT. GUNNING DECK OF THE PEARL
As Pintel and Ragetti try to take aim, the fog creeps into the ship.
PINTEL
Bad fog…
RAGETTI
This no fog. This is clouds.
PINTEL
Clouds? We flyin' now?!
The peek out just to make sure they're not in the sky—
EXT. FOGGY SEA
The ships are covered by a sea of fog, fog that is melting from the clouds into the sea.
Penderton, Marker, and the other ships are gone. It's merely the trio now.
EXT. PEARL—FOG
Barbossa, unsure of what to do, gestures for his ship to stop fighting.
BARBOSSA
It's weather like this where you slit your own throat without knowing it.
EXT. DUTCHMAN—FOG
Much like the Pearl, the Dutchman has slowed in its fighting.
Jack catches sight of Antina and snatches her, putting his pistol to her head.
JACK
(loudly, to all)
Oi!
Notice anything?
Teach comes to the edge of his ship, calling off his men as well.
TEACH
That'd be another of my wives in your possession, Sparrow.
JACK
Be kind. Our possession. As in, not your possession.
TEACH
You'd like a one-way ticket to the grave, then?
I'm much obliged!
BARBOSSA
Perhaps that's a bit hasty.
We'd not like to harm the lady.
WILL
Jack proposes an agreement.
In exchange for Antina, the sea will be on your side.
JACK
Side by it.
TEACH
Jack Sparrow, you corrupt women like most men bathe and you bathe like most men corrupt women—necessity versus vanity!
(he shoots into the air)
You'll not take the king's bride!
JACK
We'll keep her safe.
(more to Will)
In the brig. There are some newfound vacancies, as it were.
BARBOSSA
You can fault Jack for many a thing, but his practicality ain't one of them.
Teach's affirmation is merely to throw his hands up and kick the first crewmember he sees.
INT. BRIG OF THE DUTCHMAN
A thin layer of fog has even seeped into the lowest bowels of the Dutchman.
Jack half-drags Antina into a cell and shuts the door.
JACK
Nice and tight.
ANTINA
Don't leave ship without me. Your tongue can't save you here.
Jack gives her an odd half-smile, amused at her unintentional double entendre.
JACK
We shan't do a whit of gallivanting without you.
He leaves, and Antina is left alone. She sits on a plain wooden bench, swinging her legs like a child and looking at the ship.
As she looks carefully at the woodwork and the pattern of barnacles and sea stars scattered, she notices a part that looks more burned than anything. She reaches out to it, places her palm over it—
Something stirs; she recoils with a small shriek as eyes open and the HALF-BURNED SKELETON OF A MAN emerges.
MAN
Good business…
ANTINA
What are you?
MAN
I don't know.
(he looks sharply to her)
Jack Sparrow stole you!
Antina pushes herself into a corner of the cell, as CUTLER BECKETT attempts to stand.
ANTINA
(looking upwards, a feverant prayer)
First they vanish…
EXT. QUEEN ANNE—FOG
The fog thickens, so much that Teach is hardly visible.
TEACH
Steady…
INT. BRIG—SLIGHT FOG
Antina continues to look, now through a porthole partially covered by a sprinkle of coral.
ANTINA
Then the ghosts…
EXT. DUTCHMAN—FOG
The fog is a tad thinner now, inasmuch as the deck is visible.
A crewman in the crow's nest spies a slight land mass.
CREWMAN
Land ho!
The rest of the crew looks in that direction but Toussaint, who is tightening a line.
A different wavery mass catches his eye.
TOUSSAINT
Land ho?
Gibbs, who is standing at the opposite of the ship, sees something as well.
GIBBS
A trick o' the fog.
Jack comes beside him.
JACK
More than just fog.
INT. BRIG—SLIGHT FOG
Antina looks to Beckett.
ANTINA
Then the wind dies.
EXT. PEARL—FOG
The wind indeed dies, leaving the sails empty and the ship just traveling on the movement of the sea.
BARBOSSA
Stay the course…
He removes his hat, a sign of respect for a legend.
INT. BRIG—SLIGHT FOG
Antina stands at the bars.
ANTINA
Then the sea.
Beckett, sitting now, stares at her but says nothing, licking his charred lips.
EXT. HULL OF THE DUTCHMAN—FOG
The sea stops slapping against the side of the ship as the tides die.
EXT. DUTCHMAN—FOG
Will moves to the side of the ship, trying to see where they're headed but seeing nothing but fog.
WILL
We're not headed anywhere.
Jack licks his finger and puts it up to see for wind. On a second thought, he turns it backwards to feel for any wind that would propel the Dutchman.
Kit stands at the very front of the ship, eyes squinted and completely silent.
Will, seeing him, turns to Zelda.
WILL
Is he…?
Zelda shakes her head.
ZELDA
He's never been.
Kit turns to them, little face solemn.
KIT
You'll want her.
INT. BRIG—SLIGHT FOG
Bill stumps to the lock, letting Antina free.
She holds the bars, the four "p's" burned into her skin.
ANTINA
We're here.
BILL
(seeing the burns)
They're back.
ANTINA
Nick of time.
EXT. QUEEN ANNE—FOG
While the fog is still relatively thick, it begins to clear a little. A much larger and therefore closer land mass appears.
Teach's grip on the wheel tightens, but he does not turn away.
EXT. DUTCHMAN—FOG
Antina steps on deck, slow and particular, face calm.
She reaches Kit and picks him up, holding him on her hip and stroking his hair.
WILL
Can I trust you to bring us our fair share of what we were promised?
ANTINA
You cannot take this water from its source unless it is encased in pure diamond.
WILL
Can I trust you have pure diamond, then?
ANTINA
(with a look at Jack)
No.
Take it for yourself.
WILL
As commander of seas, I cannot step upon land!
ANTINA
There is no land here.
Do you as much harm as stepping on a flower.
ZELDA
How?
GIBBS
Isle of life.
ANTINA
The trees grow, vines grow, birds grow, we grow. All in one. No earth.
EXT. LARGER VIEW OF THE SEA—FOG
As the three ships approach, more of this ISLAND becomes visible. Large tropical trees emerge and it seems to be growing at them, with no beach in sight.
And let it be noted that while they are indeed approaching, there is still no wind and their sails remain slack. It almost appears as if the island is approaching them.
EXT. DECK OF THE DUTCHMAN—FOG
The crew and their captain stand behind Antina and Kit, watching her watch the island come closer.
She turns her head sharply to Will.
ANTINA
Anchor.
WILL
(loud)
Anchor!
EXT. DECK OF THE PEARL—DAY
Barbossa catches Will's shout and turns to his crew.
BARBOSSA
Anchor!
EXT. QUEEN ANNE'S DECK—FOG
Teach also catches wind of the fact that the other captains have stopped their ships.
TEACH
Put Anne to sleep, boys.
CARVER
There's no port, Captain.
TEACH
What good is it as a secret island if they welcome visitors?
He draws his blade with a sinister grin.
CARVER
Aye, Cap.
TEACH
(low)
Just wish I could see it better.
EXT. DUTCHMAN—DAY
Antina puts Kit onto the deck and faces the crew.
ANTINA
You'll need to leave the ship.
Alone.
WILL
I'll not leave my vessel.
JACK
I doubt anyone's got their sights on it. Or if anyone's got any manner of sights at all.
ANTINA
I thought you wanted your fair share.
Barbossa shouts from the Pearl, having overheard their disagreement.
BARBOSSA
You bicker any longer and we'll die of old age!
JACK
Now that would be irony just being rude.
ANTINA
You're going to swim.
Murtogg and Mullroy exchange a worried look.
MURTOGG
Err…Captain?
Barbossa merely looks at them with an eyebrow raised.
MURTOGG
We don't really need any magic potion.
MULLROY
Yeah, we can watch the Black Pearl. Keep it safe.
Pintel and Ragetti pass by, making faces at the two.
PINTEL
(singsong)
Shifty…
Barbossa pays them no mind, only nods at them.
BARBOSSA
Aye. But if you even attempt to make off with my ship I'll gut you so fast you'll not have time to bid goodbye to your lily livers.
They salute sharply and he limps off.
EXT. STILL SEA—FOG
The pirates climb carefully (or haphazardly, in Pintel and Ragetti's case) down the side of their various ships.
It's an odd sight to see Blackbeard, Barbossa, and Bill swimming, not being particularly buoyant.
Jack, of course, makes sure to hold his effects over his head.
Antina swims the lead, Kit on Toussaint's shoulders.
EXT. ISLE DE VIDA—FOG
The fog is even thinner now, as the reach the island, sopping wet and climbing ashore with rather unpleasant SQUELCHING.
The pirates draw their weapons, and the trees and vines seem to SLITHER and CRACKLE in response.
ANTINA
Stop it.
They hesitantly sheath their weapons, Teach with a sharp spit to the ground.
TEACH
Witchcraft.
ANTINA
It's earth. Metal.
They continue to make their way, slow and easy, as the jungle is thick and foggy.
EXT. LARGER VIEW OF THE ISLAND—FOG
Huts, well-made ones, become visible, built into and around and out of the foliage and trees. No people are visible yet, but they clearly live here.
EXT. JUNGLE PATH—FOG
Antina leads the pirates into a small clearing with a hut growing out of a large knotted tree.
The door appears to be off its hinges, and Antina breaks into a run.
ANTINA
Mia madre…