The sea was quiet. A ship sailed across the bright ocean, with its crew enjoying their lives aboard the vessel. A pirate flag was flowing in the wind – the Jolly Roger. On the upper deck of the vessel, a long pirate walked past his crewmembers and over to a barrel of water, thirsty. The pirate took hold a ladle, and proceeded to take some water from the barrel and drink it.
Casually, he looked to the side, only to see an unusual sight. Next to him was perched a small bird – blackened and rotted, its leg missing. And yet, it stood there as if its leg still existed. The bird looked at the man and squawked harmlessly. Coming to the conclusion that this was obviously an illusion, the pirate took some water and splashed it on his face, intent to dispel the hallucination. He turned back, only to see the bird gone.
Relieved to see the hallucination gone, the man spotted something in the distance – a ship. But it was old, battered. The ribs of the ship were showing, its masts broken and dragging in the water. It was obviously a shipwreck. But there was something not right – the ship was moving closer. It was slowly moving across the sea, towards the pirate ship.
This moving shipwreck slowly started to move upwards, the ribs opening like a venus fly trap. The pirate stepped back in fear, turning to the side, only to see the undead bird sitting right there in front of him. The bird stretched its wings, screeching in his face, and the man screamed as the ghost ship came crashing down onto the pirate ship.
In her cell, Carina Smyth was using chalk to draw stars on the wall. Slowly, a red hue started to fill the cell, and Carina looked up to the sky. The moon – it was red. Blood red. This was the moment – the time she had been waiting for. Pulling out the Diary of Galileo Galilei, the ruby on the cover started to glow, reflecting the blood red moonlight of the night.
Carina took hold of the ruby, pulling it off the cover of the diary. She held the ruby over the cover, the red glow illuminating something previously unseen. The five stars on the cover pointed to something – an island of some kind. Perhaps it was the whereabouts of the Trident of Poseidon? "It's an island," Carina said to herself.
"The stars lead to an island!"
In the Saint Martin dungeons, one of the guards placed his uniform on a hanger and headed into a room to talk with his friends, closing the door behind him. Quickly, Henry Turner moved and grabbed the uniform, stealing it for his own use. This was the opportunity to find Captain Jack Sparrow – and find the Trident.
Now in the uniform, Henry walked down into the dungeons below. He walked up to one of the cells. "I'm looking for a pirate – Jack Sparrow." He said. "Bugger off." The prisoner responded rather rudely. Henry continued, walking up to the next cell. There was a person with his back turned to the cell door inside. "Psst! I need to speak with you!" Henry said to the person, but there was no response.
Henry looked around the dungeon, facing away from the cell. Suddenly, someone ran up to the cell door, taking hold of Henry from behind. "Hand me your sword." The man said. "I don't have a sword!" Henry responded. "What kind of soldier has no weapon?" The man asked. "I'm currently wanted for treason." Henry answered. "So not the very good kind, then." The man said. "I'm looking for a pirate – Captain Jack Sparrow?" Henry asked.
"Well, today's your lucky day." The man said, letting go of Henry. The man stepped back, and Henry turned around and looked at him. "For, I happen to be Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack said. He posed pridefully, while Henry looked at him with confusion. "No, it can't be." Henry begun. "I've spent years searching for…this?" He motioned to Jack. "The great Jack Sparrow is not some drunk in a cell. Do you even have a ship? Crew?"
"Pants?"
Jack smiled nervously. "A great pirate does not require such intricacies." He responded. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?" Henry asked him. "The risks I've taken to be here. Are you sure you're the Jack Sparrow?" He asked, moving closer to the doors of the cell. "The real question is – who are you?" Jack responded, walking up to Henry. "My name is Henry Turner – son of Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann."
Jack lurched back upon hearing his explanation. "Uggggh. You're the evil spawn of them two!" He said. Jack then leaned closer to Henry. "Does your mother ask about me?" He asked. "No." Henry responded. "Oh come on," Jack said. "She call my name in her sleep?" Henry looked at him in confusion. "She never spoke of you."
"Are you sure we're talking about the same people?" Jack asked him. "He's a cursed pirate – she's golden-haired, stubborn, neck like a giraffe and two of those wondrous-" "Yes!" Henry cut him off. "Yes, it's her." Henry thought about what he was going to say next. Oh, yes! His father. Will Turner was forever cursed aboard the Flying Dutchman, and Jack was the only person who could help him.
"I need you to listen, Jack, because at the moment you're all I've got. If found a way to save my father. There is one thing that can break his curse and free him from the Dutchman. The Trident of Poseidon." Jack leaned in upon hearing of the Trident. "Ohh, the treasure that can be found with the map that no man can read."
"Never heard of it." Jack finished. Henry looked at him with anger. "There is a girl inside this prison that holds that map." Henry said. "The moon has turned to blood – the Trident will be found. And you can be the one who hold the sea, and with it became all that you once were!" Much to Henry's frustration, Jack dropped his head and started snoring.
"The great…" Henry cut himself off, staring at Jack. "Jack!" He said, and Jack jumped up in surprise. "I'm so sorry – were you still talking?" Jack asked him. "I believe I nodded off a bit." Henry looked around in frustration, before turning back to Jack – there was one more thing to say. "One more thing," Henry begun. "A message from someone you know named Captain Salazar."
Jack looked up at Henry, intrigued. That was not a name he had heard in a long time. He turned, walking up to the fake person he had created. "I once knew a Spaniard named…something in Spanish." He said. "El Matador Del Mar – the Butcher of the Sea." Henry stated. Jack looked back at Henry. "Him? No, no. Quite happily – he's dead. Very, very dead. Ship went down."
"Inside the triangle?" Henry asked. "He's coming for you, Jack. To seek revenge as the dead man's tale is told." Jack turned away from Henry. "I don't believe you." He said. Suddenly, Jack turned and moved up to the cell door. "What did he say?" Jack asked Henry.
"He said your compass is the key to his escape." Henry explained. "An army of dead are coming straight for you, Jack. The Trident of Poseidon is your only hope." Jack moved closer to Henry. "Anything else?" He asked the young Turner. "Salazar said that when he sees daylight again, death will come straight for you. You can't run from this, Jack."
A moment of silence enveloped the cell, as Jack and Henry looked at eachother. Henry looked straight at Jack. "The world is no longer safe, and you are no longer hidden. Salazar hungers for revenge – he wants to hunt you down and will do anything to kill you."
"Do we have an accord?"