Scene 9: (Finding a Crew and Norrington in Tortuga)

[on the ship Elizabeth stowed away on] Captain: It’s an outrage. [throws down papers] Port Tariff’s buried (??) in fees, war handling and, heaven help us, pilotage. Are we all to work for these India Trading Company, then?

Sailor #2: I’m afraid, sir… Tortuga is the only free post left in these waters.

Captain: A pirate port is what you mean. Well, I’m sorry, an honest Sailor is what I am and make my living fair and I sleep well each night, thank you. [Elizabeth’s wedding dress floats by outside the window]

Sailor #1: Sir! [points to the window; they press up against the window and gasp when the dress floats by once more and run outside; the dress hangs in mid-air]

Sailor: [we see Elizabeth controlling the dress’ movements, making it point] She wants you to do something.

Captain: She’s trying to give a sign. [the dress whooshes out over the sea then back at them and tips a lantern onto the deck where it breaks and a fire starts] Over there! Onto the side! [they rush to the other side of the ship]

Elizabeth: [sighs in exasperation, drops the dress and jumps down from her perch in the mast]

Sailor #2: Look, there! There it is! There’s the sign. [points out into the water]

Sailor #3: I seen it.

Sailor #2: So we can be saved. Looks like entrails.

Captain: That’d be a bad sign.

Elizabeth: [plops down on an upright barrel] What’s that over there? [the Crew moves towards her; the fire from the lantern spells out ‘Tortuga’]

[on Tortuga the population is as disorderly and loud as before]

Gibbs: [is sitting at a table, trying to find ninety-nine souls Willing to sail on the Black Pearl] And what makes you think you’re worthy to Crew the Black Pearl?

Sailor hopeful #1: Truth be told, I never sailed a day in me life. I figure I should get out and see the world while I’m still young.

Gibbs: You’ll do. Make your mark. [indicates the roster sheet] Next!

Sailor hopeful #2: My wife run off with my dog, and I’m drunk for a month, and I don’t give an ass rat’s if I live or die.

Gibbs: Perfect! Next!

Jack: [holds the compass and mutters to himself] I know what I want, I know what I want, I know what I want. [opens the compass and it still won’t show him his bearing]

Sailor hopeful #3: Me have one arm and a bum leg.

Gibbs: It’s the crow’s nest for you.

Jack: I know what I want. [opens the compass and still nothing]

Gibbs: Next!

Sailor hopeful #4: Ever since I was little, I’ve always wanted to sail the seas. Forever.

Gibbs: Sooner than you think. Sign the roster.

Sailor hopeful #4: Thanks very much.

Jack: How are we going?

Gibbs: Including those four? That gives us… four. [Jack shakes the compass vigorously; another hopeful comes up] And what’s your story?

Norrington: My story? [Gibbs nods] It’s exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the seven seas. [Jack closes his compass and looks around for a spot to hide in] The pursuit cost me my Crew, my commission, and my life. [grabs a rum bottle down off the table, takes a swig; Norrington looks scruffy, dirty, and very much unlike himself]

Gibbs: Commodore?

Norrington: No, not anymore, weren’t you listening? [Gibbs looks uncomfortable] I nearly had you all off Tripoli. I would’ve, if not for the hurricane. [Jack takes a leafy plant and hides behind it]

Gibbs: Lord. You didn’t try to sail through it?

Norrington: So do I make your Crew or not? You haven’t said where you’re going. Somewhere nice! [upturns the table and Gibbs falls off his stool, then starts strutting around the tavern] So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow? [Jack tries to inconspicuously walk away with the plant clutched in front, Norrington spots him anyway and points his pistol at him] Or should I just kill you now?

Jack: You’re hired.

Norrington: Sorry. Old habits and all that. [is ready to shoot when two pirates raise his pistol hand to the ceiling]

Pirate: Easy Sailor! [the pistol fires and the bullet ricochets off the lights and breaks someone’s bottle; a brawl breaks out]

Jack: Time to go.

Gibbs: Aye. [they carefully make their way upstairs]

[Elizabeth spots Norrington and helps him fight off his attackers; Norrington keeps on drinking]

Jack: [Jack keeps trying on different hats, but not one seems to suit him well enough; takes another] Thanks, mate. [touches the pirate’s shoulder and the man falls off his perch on the railing] Ooh. [puts the hat he took off him onto another being carried off to be thrown off the second floor, steps aside] Carry on. [the man is thrown over]

Norrington: [surrounded by unfriendly swords, Elizabeth at his back] Come on, then! Who wants some? For my lordly line, I’ll have you one by one. Come on, who’s first?

Elizabeth: [grabs the bottle in Norrington’s hand and smashes it over his head] I just wanted the pleasure of doing that myself. [the rest cheer; they heave him out into the pig pen and leave cheerfully; Mr. Mercer, Beckett’s man, is standing in the doorway watching; Elizabeth helps Norrington get himself out of the muck] James Norrington. [sighs] What has the world done to you?

Scene 10: (Will meets his father)

[on the Flying Dutchman Davy Jones is playing an organ with his tentacles]

Crew: [hoist a cannon down] Heave! Heave! Heave!

Undead pirate: Secure the mast, man called Mr. Turner. Secure it! [both Will and Bootstrap rush off]

Will: Step aside!

Bootstrap: Hey, mind yourself! Let go, boy! [finally looks at Will and cannot look away] No. [they both let go of the rope, Will hanging on futilely, and the cannon smashes onto the deck]

Boatswain: [pointing Will out] Haul that weasel to his feet. [Will is pulled to his feet, made to grad onto the ropes holding the sail] Five lashes are in my due. To stay honor.

Bootstrap: [stops his arm] No.

Boatswain: Impeding me in my duties? You’ll share the punishment.

Bootstrap: I’ll take it all.

Davy Jones: Will you now? And what would prompt such an act of charity?

Bootstrap: [he hesitates] My son. He’s my son. [Will turns to look at his father]

Davy Jones: [looks at the father than the son] Ahahaha ha! What fortuitous circumstance be this. Five lashes be owed, I believe it is. [reaches out his hand for the whip, which is handed over, then offers it to Bootstrap]

Bootstrap: No. No, I won’t!

Davy Jones: The cat’s out of the bag, Mr. Turner. Your issue Will feel its sting be it at the Bo’sun’s hand or your own.

Bootstrap: [looks at his struggling son] No.

Davy Jones: Bo’sun! [is ready to hand the whip to him]

Bootstrap: No! [snatches the whip out of Jones’s hand; Will’s shirt is ripped across his back and Bootstrap delivers the five lashes]

[Will is dropped down the stairs into the hold, back covered in a crisscrossing of bloody lash marks]

Undead pirate: You’ve had it easy boy.

Bootstrap: Will! [tries to help him]

Will: I don’t need your help. [pushes his father’s arm away]

Bootstrap: The Bo’sun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone with every swing.

Will: So I’m to understand what you did was an act of compassion.

Bootstrap: Yes. [Will’s anger fades; they walk on deck] One hundred years before the mast. Loosing who you are, bit by bit. ‘Till you end up, end up like poor, Wyvern, here. [points to a pirate who’s become part of the hull] Once you’ve sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there’s no leaving it. Not until your debt is paid.

Will: I’ve sworn no oath.

Bootstrap: Then you must get away.

Will: [takes out the drawing of a key from his pocket; softly] Not until I find this. [unfolds the cloth] The key.

Whidden: [separates himself a little from the hull] The Dead Man’s Chest.

Will: What do you know of it?

Wyvern: Open the chest with the key and stab the heart. No, don’t stab the heart. The Dutchman needs a living heart or there’ll be no Captain. If there’s no Captain, there's no one to have the key.

Will: So the Captain has the key. [Wyvern plays mum] Where is the key?

Wyvern: Hidden.

Will: Where is the chest.

Wyvern: Hidden. [attaches himself back to the hull]

Scene 11: (The Pearl gets a heading and Beckett negotiates)

[in Tortuga, Elizabeth follows Jack to the Pearl, still dressed as a boy]

Elizabeth: Captain Sparrow?

Jack: Come to join me Crew, lad? Welcome aboard.

Elizabeth: I’m here to find the man I love.

Jack: I’m deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea. [Jack looks alarmed and indicates to Gibbs to get the ‘lad’ away from them; Norrington throws up into the bay]

Elizabeth: Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow.

Jack: [finally turns all the way around] Elizabeth? [turns to Gibbs] Hide the rum. [Gibbs takes the bottle from his hand and walks onto the ship] You know these clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin.

Elizabeth: Jack. I know Will came to find you, where is he?

Jack: Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that had nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been press-ganged into Davy Jones’s Crew.

Elizabeth: Davy Jones?

Norrington: [still throwing up] Oh, please. The Captain of the Flying Dutchman?

Jack: You look bloody awful, what are you doing here?

Norrington: You hired me. I can’t help it, if your standards are lax.

Jack: You smell funny.

Elizabeth: Jack!

Jack: Hmm.

Elizabeth: All I want is to find Will.

Jack: Are you certain? Is that what you really want most?

Elizabeth: Of course.

Jack: [puts his hand onto her back and leads her to the side] Because I would think, you’d want to find a way to save Will most.

Elizabeth: And you’d have a way of doing that?

Jack: Well, there is a chest.

Norrington: Oh, dear.

Jack: A chest of unknown size and origin.

Pintel: What contains the still beating heart of Davy Jones. [Ragetti imitates a still beating heart after it has been torn out]

Jack: And whoever possesses that chest, possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants. Including saving brave William from his grim fate.

Norrington: You don’t actually believe him, do you?

Elizabeth: [it appears that Elizabeth does] How do we find it?

Jack: With this. [holds up his compass] My compass… is unique.

Norrington: Unique, here, having the meaning of broken.

Jack: True enough. [Norrington walks off to throw up some more] This compass does not point north.

Elizabeth: Where does it point?

Jack: It points to the thing you want most in this world.

Elizabeth: Jack. [shakes her head] Are you telling the truth?

Jack: Every word, love. And what you want most in this world… [places the compass in her hands] is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?

Elizabeth: To save Will.

Jack: By finding the chest of Davy Jones. [opens the compass and briskly steps away; the needle spins before finally stopping resolutely; Jack peers up cautiously to get the coordinates] Mr. Gibbs!

Gibbs: Cap’n?

Jack: We have our heading.

Gibbs: Finally! Cast off those lines, weigh anchor, and trough that canvas!

Jack: [with a sweep of his arm invites Elizabeth on board] Ms. Swann. [Norrington, swaying, follows]

Ragetti: Welcome to the Crew, former Commodore. [shoves a goat into his arms]

[in Port Royal, the map of the world is still being painted]

Beckett: [unsheathes what used to be Norrington’s sword] There’s something to knowing the exact shape of the world and man’s place in it. Don’t you agree?

Swann: [without his wig, looking bedraggled and in chains] I assure you… [holds out his chained hands] these are not necessary.

Beckett: I had you brought here because I thought you’d be interested in the whereabouts of your daughter.

Swann: You have news of her?

Mercer: Most recently seen on the island of Tortuga. The left in the company of the known pirate, Jack Sparrow, and other fugitives from justice.

Swann: Justice? Hardly.

Beckett: Including the previous owner of this sword. [sheathes it] I believe. Our ships are in pursuit and justice Will be dispensed by cannonade and cutlass and all manner of remorseless pieces of metal. I personally find it distasteful to even contemplate the horror facing all those on board. [looks pointedly as Swann]

Swann: What do you want from me?

Beckett: Your authority as Governor, your influence in London, and your loyalty to the East India Trading Company.

Swann: [scoffs softly] To you, you mean.

Beckett: [walks up to Swann] Shall I remove these shackles?

Swann: Do what you can for my daughter. [with a glance from Beckett, the chains are unlocked]

Beckett: So you see, Mercer, every man has a price which he Will Willingly accept. Even for what he hoped never to sell.

Scene 12: (Waging years of service)

[on the Flying Dutchman- the Crew is swabbing the deck, and a few are playing a strange game involving dice]

Hammer-head shark Pirate: [placing bets on the dice game] I wager ten years.

Undead pirate #1: I match the wager.

Undead pirate #3: Agreed.

Bootstrap: [walks up behind Will who is watching the game] Wondering how it’s played?

Will: I understand. It’s a game of deception. The game includes all the dice, not just your own. What are they waging?

Bootstrap: The only thing we have: years of service.

Will: So any Crew member can be challenged?

Bootstrap: Aye, anyone.

Will: I challenge Davy Jones. [the Crew stops to stare at him; Bootstrap is about to say something to him when they hear Jones’s thudding step]

Davy Jones: I accept. [a low table and stools are brought up, the dice laid out on the table top] The stakes?

Will: My soul. An eternity of servitude.

Bootstrap: No!

Davy Jones: Against?

Will: I want this. [lays the rolled up drawing of a key on the table]

Davy Jones: [picks up the cloth, looks at it and is taken aback; the Crew mutter amongst themselves] How do you know the key?

Will: That’s not part of the game, is it? [sits down at the table] You can still walk away.

Davy Jones: [sits down, takes the key out from under his tentacles and dangles it in front of Will to show him that he does indeed have the key; they shake their dice and thud them down on the table, another hand joins in unexpectedly – it is Bootstrap] What’s this?

Bootstrap: I’m in, matching his wager.

Will: No. Don’t do this.

Bootstrap: Die’s cast. I bet three two’s. It’s your bid, Captain.

Davy Jones: Four four’s.

Will: Four five’s.

Bootstrap: Six three’s.

Davy Jones: [we see that he has five five’s] Seven five’s.

[unknown to Will, he has three five’s, Bootstrap has two three’s and three two’s]

Will: Eight five’s.

Davy Jones: Hehehe, welcome to the Crew, lad.

Bootstrap: Twelve five’s. [Davy Jones stares at him] Twelve five’s. Call me a liar, I upped the bid.

Davy Jones: And be called a liar myself for my trouble. [reveals all the dice] Bootstrap Bill, you’re a liar and you Will spend an eternity on this ship. [to Will] Master Turner, feel free to go ashore. The minute the next time we make port. [laughs, the Crew laughs with him and the leave the pair]

Will: Fool. Why did you do that?

Bootstrap: Because you’d lose.

Will: It was never about winning or losing.

Bootstrap: The key… you just wanted to know where it was.

[the Crew is mostly asleep] Bootstrap: [walks up to the one at the helm] Captain says I’m to relieve you. [the pirate cocks his head inquiringly] Captain’s orders.

[meanwhile, Will creeps into Davy Jones’s cabin where Jones is sleeping at the organ; with a quill and a stick, Will raises up a few tentacles and tries to navigate under them to get at the key; he drops a tentacle on the keys and as Jones is about to wake up, a music locket opens and plays a soothing tune; Will manages to get the key and put the drawing of it its place; Will walks out on deck and puts the key around his neck and his bag over his shoulder]

Bootstrap: Here. [hands Will a knife] Take this, too. Now get yourself to land and stay there. It was always in my blood to die at sea.

Will: [takes it and unsheathes it] It’s not a fate you had to choose for yourself either.

Bootstrap: I… I could say I did what I had to when I left you to go pirating. But it would taste a lie to say it wasn’t what I wanted. You owe me nothing. Now, go.

Will: They’ll know you helped me.

Bootstrap: [laughs] What more can they do to me?

Will: [holds up the knife] I take this with a promise, I’ll find a way to sever Jones’s hold on you and not rest ‘till this blade pierces his heart. I Will not abandon you. [a pause] I promise.

Scene 13: (Persuasion and the Kraken)

[on the Black Pearl, the Crew is swabbing the desk as well]

Jack: Beckett.

Elizabeth: Yes, they’re signed ‘Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company.’

Jack: [holds the Letters of Marque closer to study the signature] Euhh. [sticks tongue out]

Gibbs: Will was working for Beckett and never said a word.

Jack: Ah.

Gibbs: Beckett wants the compass. Only one reason for that.

Jack: Of course. He wants the chest.

Elizabeth: Yes, he did say something about a chest.

Gibbs: If the Company controls the chest, they control the sea.

Jack: A truly discomforting notion, love.

Gibbs: Baaad! Bad for every mother’s son what calls himself pirate. I think there’s a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails. [walks off to see to the sails] Brace the foreyard!

Jack: Might I enquire as to how you came by these. [holds up the Letters of Marque]

Elizabeth: Persuasion.

Jack: Friendly?

Elizabeth: Decidedly not.

Jack: Will strikes a deal for these and upholds it with honor, yet you are the one standing here with the prize. [reads] “Full pardon, commissioned as a privateer on behalf of England and the East India Trading Company…” [Norrington overhears this; Jack puts the letters away] As if I could be bought for such a low price.

Elizabeth: Jack, the letters, give them back.

Jack: No. Persuade me.

Elizabeth: [comes up behind him and leans in] You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword.

Jack: [turns to face her] As I said… persuade me. [Elizabeth walks away]

Norrington: [walks up to Elizabeth standing at the ship’s rail with a smile on her lips] It’s a curious thing, there was a time I would give anything for you to look like that while thinking about me.

Elizabeth: I don’t know what you mean.

Norrington: Oh, I think you do.

Elizabeth: Oh, don’t be absurd, I trust him, that’s all.

Norrington: [laughs and walks away before turning back for another word] So you never wondered how your latest fiancé ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place. [shakes his head and continues walking]

[Elizabeth takes out the compass and opens it; its direction changes to point to Jack; she shakes her head and closes the compass, looking a little disturbed]

[on the ship that had taken Elizabeth to Tortuga; Will is sitting with a blanket around his shoulders and a hot cup in his hands] Captain: Strange thing, to come upon a long boat so far out in open water.

Will: Just put as many leagues behind us as you can. As fast as you can.

Captain: And what are we running from?

Will: [spots Elizabeth’s wedding dress draped on a chair; walks to it] That dress… where did you get it?

Captain: It was found aboard this ship. The Crew thought it was a spirit bringing some omen of ill fate.

Will: [picks up the dress lovingly] That’s foolish.

Sailor #2: Ah, yes, exceedingly foolish.

Sailor #1: It brought good fortune. The spirit told us… pull in at Tortuga. And we made a nice bit of profit there.

Captain: Off the books, of course.

Will: I imagine… some of your Crew may have jumped ship there.

Captain: Why do you ask?

Sailor: [runs down into the cabin] Captain, a ship’s been spotted.

Captain: Colors?

Sailor: She isn’t flying any.

Captain: Pirates!

Will: Or worse.

[on the Flying Dutchman – Davy Jones has discovered the ruse and is holding the drawing of his key in his hand]

Davy Jones: [grabs Bootstrap by his throat, the ship with Will on board in their sight] You Will watch this. [a few of the Crew are cranking a wheel and being lashed while doing so] Let no joyful voice be heard. Let no man look up at the sky with hope. And let this day be cursed by we who ready to raise… the Kraken!

Bootstrap: Nooooo! [is held back by a few of the pirates; the crank booms as it crashes down once it reaches maximum capacity and the boom spreads through the water, calling the Kraken]

[there is a commotion on the ship and everyone comes out to see the Fling Dutchman]

Will: I have doomed us all. It’s the Flying Dutchman! [the ship shudders from a blow and Will falls out of the crow’s nest, hanging by a line; the Crew flops down as well]

Sailor #1: Mother Clarice’s chickens, what happened?

Sailor #2: Must’ve hit a reef.

Captain: [water is bubbling on the side of the ship] Reel the rudder, help the port the—(??) starboard.

Sailor #4: Reel in rudder!

Sailor #5: Help the port! [the Captain is snatched by a tentacle clean off the ship; then he reappears briefly, screaming, and is pulled underwater]

Sailor #4: Kraken! [there is mayhem on board; the tentacles of the Kraken creeping up the sides and snatching Sailors off the deck; Will slides down a sail with the help of his knife once the mast he’s on collapses; the ship is cracked in two and dragged down in a slimy embrace; Will survives and slings to a piece of the deck floating on the water, the Flying Dutchman coming up alongside the wreckage; Elizabeth’s dress floats on the water]

Hammer-head shark Pirate: The boy’s not here, he must’ve been claimed by the sea.

Davy Jones: I am the sea. [walks up to Bootstrap] You need time alone with your thoughts. Brig!

Hammer-head shark Pirate: What of the survivors? [they are lined up as before; Will peaks in, clinging to the side of the ship]

Davy Jones: There are no survivors. [the survivors are killed; Davy Jones senses Will’s presence and goes to investigate, but Will cannot be seen] The chest is no longer safe, chart a course to Isla Cruces. Get me there first or it’ll be the devil to pay.

Blowfish headed pirate: First?

Davy Jones: Who’s shoved that thieving charlatan onto my ship. Who told them of the key? Jack Sparrow. [Will is riding in the open mouth at the bow of the ship; Elizabeth’s dress sinks into the sea]

Scene 14: (A good man and the pursuit)

[on the Black Pearl; Elizabeth is sitting on the stairs where Jack joins her]

Jack: My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are… troubled.

Elizabeth: I just thought I'd be married by now. I’m so ready to be married.

Jack: [Jack pops open a bottle of rum, hands it to her and she takes a drink, looking upset] You know… [clears throat] Lizzie, I am Captain of a ship and being Captain of a ship I could, in fact, perform a marriage right here. Right on this deck. Right now.

Elizabeth: [Elizabeth looks even more disgusted, hands him the bottle and walks away] No, thank you.

Jack: [follows her] Why not? We are very much alike you and I. I and you… us.

Elizabeth: Except for a sense of honor and decency and a moral center. And personal hygiene.

Jack: Trifles. You Will come over to my side, I know it.

Elizabeth: You seem very certain.

Jack: One word, love: curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it’s like. One day… you won’t be able to resist.

Elizabeth: Why doesn’t your compass work?

Jack: My compass works fine.

Elizabeth: Because you and I are alike. And there Will come a moment when you have a chance to show it. To do the right thing.

Jack: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.

Elizabeth: You’ll have the chance to do something… something courageous. And when you, you’ll discover something. That you’re a good man.

Jack: All evidence to the contrary.

Elizabeth: [laughs] No, I have faith in you. You want to know why?

Jack: Do tell, dearie.

Elizabeth: [leans in close with each sentence] Curiosity. You’re going to want it – a chance to be admired – and gain the rewards that follow. You won’t be able to resist. You’re going to want to know what it tastes like.

Jack: I do want to know what it tastes like.

Elizabeth: [Jack caresses her cheek] But seeing as you’re a good man, I know that you’d never put me in a position that would compromise my honor. [Jack is ready to kiss her when he sees the black mark return to the palm of his hand and snatches his hand away] I’m proud of you, Jack.

Gibbs: Land-ho!

Jack: I need my jar of dirt. [goes to look for it]

Pintel: [Ragetti and Pintel are rowing the boat with Jack and his jar of dirt in it, Norrington at the prow] You’re pulling too fast.

Ragetti: You’re pulling too slow.

Pintel: We don’t want the Kraken to catch us. I’m saving me strength for when it comes. Just don't think it’s Kraken, anyways. Always heard it says Kray-ken.

Ragetti: What with the long ‘a’?

Pintel: Aha.

Ragetti: No no no no no. “Kroken”’s how it’s pronounced in the original Scandinavian, and “Kraken”’s closer to that.

Pintel: Well, we ain’t original Scandinavians, are we? Kray-ken.

Ragetti: It’s a mythological creature; I can calls it what I wants!

Jack: [puts his coat in the boat and picks up a shovel] Guard the boat; mind the tides… don’t touch my dirt.

[Norrington and Jack follow Elizabeth across the island as she leads them with the compass]

Elizabeth: [starts walking in circles; the compass needle points to Jack once more and she shakes it] This doesn’t work. And it certainly doesn’t show you what you want most. [she sits down cross-legged on the sand]

Jack: [walks over and looks at the compass] Yes, it does, you’re sitting on it.

Elizabeth: Beg pardon?

Jack: [shoos her off] Move. [whistles to Norrington to start digging]

Pintel: Guard the boat, mind the tide…

Ragetti: [balancing the shovel on his hand] I can join the circus.

Pintel: Mind if I shine your shoes, sir? [they are seen by Davy Jones through his telescope]

Davy Jones: They’re here. And I cannot set foot on land for near of a decade.

Hammer-head shark Pirate: Trust us to act in your stead?

Davy Jones: I’ll trust you to know what awaits you should you fail! Down then. [the Crew shouts; Ragetti and Pintel run when they hear the thud of the Flying Dutchman descending below the water]

Scene 15: (The fight over the chest and the key)

[Jack is meditating while Norrington digs, suddenly he hits something solid, they all look down into the hole; the sand is swept off the wooden chest holding the actual chest and Jack breaks it open; on top lie letters and under them, the chest of Davy Jones; they out their ears to it and it thumps]

Elizabeth: It’s real.

Norrington: You actually were telling the truth.

Jack: I do that quite a lot, yet people are still surprised.

Will: [walks up to them] With good reason.

Elizabeth: Will. [runs to him] You’re alright, thank God! I came to find you. [they kiss while Norrington and Jack watch jealously out of the corner of their eye]

Jack: How did you get here?

Will: Sea turtles, mate. A pair of them strapped to my feet.

Jack: Not so easy is it?

Will: But I do owe you thanks, Jack.

Jack: You do?

Will: After you tricked me onto that ship, to square your debt with Jones.

Elizabeth: What?

Jack: [in a high-pitched tone of voice] What?

Will: I was reunited with my father.

Jack: Oh, well, you’re welcome, then.

Elizabeth: Everything you said to me, every word was a lie!

Jack: Pretty much. Time and tide, love. [Will unsheathes his father’s knife and kneels next to the chest] Oi, what are you doing?

Will: I’m gonna kill Jones. [Jack takes out his sword and levels it at him]

Jack: Can’t let you do that, William. ‘Cause if Jones is dead, who’s to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? [Will looks like he’s relented and stand up, key still in hand] Now, if you please. [Jack reaches out for the key] The key.

Will: [snatches Elizabeth’s sword from her] I keep the promises I make, Jack. I intend to free my father. And I hope you’re here to see it.

Norrington: [takes his own sword out and points it at Will] I can’t let you do that, either. So sorry.

Jack: I knew you’d warm up to me eventually.

Norrington: [swings his sword ‘round to Jack; Will now turns his to Norrington – they form a triangle] Lord Beckett desires the contents of that chest. I deliver it: I get my life back.

Jack: Ah. The dark side of ambition.

Norrington: Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption. [they start fighting each other]

Elizabeth: Stop it! [she is ignored; Will falls] Will! [she kneels to help him up]

Will: Guard the chest. [runs after the two fighting]

Elizabeth: No! [runs after them; she goes on a tirade while they ignore her and instead fight each other] This is not funny! This is no way for grown men to – Oh, fine! Let’s just pull out our swords and start banging away at each other, that’s all there ever is. I’ve had it! I’ve had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates! [doesn’t notice Pintel and Ragetti just behind her]

Pintel: [watching Norrington, Will and Jack fight and Elizabeth throwing rocks at them] How’d this go all sCrewy?

Ragetti: Well, each wants the chest for hisself, don’t ‘e? Mr. Norrington, I think, is trying to regain a bit of honor. Ol’ Jack’s looking to trade it, save his own skin. And Turner there – I think ‘e’s trying to settle some unresolved business twixt him and his twice-cursed pirate father.

Elizabeth: [in the distance] This is madness!

Pintel: Sad. [Ragetti nods] That chest must be worth more than a shiny penny.

Ragetti: [tsk’s] Terrible temptation.

Pintel: If we was any kind of decent, we’d remove temptation from their path. [they look at each other, laugh and go off to get the chest]

Elizabeth: [still throwing rocks] Enough! Oh. Oh! The heat. [pretends to faint, they continue to ignore her; she sits up and finally spots Ragetti and Pintel making off with the chest; runs after them]

Jack: [falls] Bugger. [gets the key and runs off, the two following still fighting]

Norrington: [pulls Will back and Will falls, then kicks sand in Will’s face] By your leave, Mr. Turner. [mock-bows before him and goes after Jack]

[on the beach, Jones’s pirates are surfacing; they shamble up to the chest and find it gone]

[Norrington is in pursuit of Jack; they fight up the stairs of what used to be a mill; Norrington gets the key and Jack looses his balance and grabs a bell-rope, so he goes down and Will, who’s caught up, goes up and grabs the key from Norrington]

Will: [lands on the top-most level] By your leave, Mr. Norrington. [Norrington takes off after him]

[the Undead pirates on the beach come up to the chest at the precise moment that the bell starts tolling, and figuring that’s where the chest must’ve gone, follow the bell]

[Will and Norrington take their fight outside, Jack following with a cautious step after them at a leisurely pace; Will has the key in the hand not holding his sword and Jack tries to catch it, but as Will is still fighting, it is a little difficult; once he has it, the two turn on him]

Norrington: [Jack is disarmed; to Will] Do excuse me while I kill the man who ruined my life.

Will: Be my guest.

Jack: Let us examine that claim for a moment, former Commodore, shall we? Who was it that at the very moment you had a notorious pirate safely behind bars saw fit to free said pirate and take your dearly beloved all to hisself… aye? So whose fault is it really that you’ve ended up a rum-pot deckhand what takes orders from pirates?

Norrington: Enough! [takes a swipe at Jack who somersaults off the roof and safely lands on the ground] Unfortunately, Mr. Turner… he’s right! [turns on Will]

Jack: [finds his sword and sheathes it] Still rooting for you, mate. [jauntily walks off with the key now around his neck; doesn’t watch where he’s going and falls face first into an empty grave] Oof. [looks around in confusion, it dawns on him where he is] Oh.

[Will jumps off onto a wheel usually used to power mills, Norrington follows; under the weight of their jump, the rotting wood give and the wheel starts rolling; just as Jack tries to hoist himself out of the grave, the wheel rolls over him and his mid-drift gets stuck in it; as the wheel makes a turn, the key slides off Jack’s neck and snags on a nail; the fight is paused for a moment as Norrington and Will have to step around Jack’s protruding legs; Jack slides free and runs for a moment inside the wheel before he is knocked out by a metal bar]

Pintel: [running through the jungle with the chest] We’ve got it! [Elizabeth steps in their path and reaches for a sword that isn’t there; Ragetti and Pintel take out theirs] ‘Ello, poppet. [they pause to stare at the giant wheel rolling by with Norrington and Will still sword-fighting, Jack in close pursuit behind them; they shrug and continue to advance on Elizabeth; that’s when a hatchet thuds into the nearest tree trunk, Davy Jones’s Crew coming upon them; Elizabeth gets the swords handed to her and Ragetti and Pintel shag up the chest; all three make a run for it; the chest meets a tree and is dropped, to protect it, Elizabeth steps into a fight]

[Jack finally catches up with the wheel and decided to have another go at running on the inside; before the key reaches him, Will falls and seeing the key right under him, snatches it; he now fight with Jack, Norrington joining them soon after]

[being one sword short, Elizabeth, Ragetti and Pintel have to share while they fight the Undead pirates]

Elizabeth: Sword! [Ragetti tosses her his sword]

Pintel: Sword! [Elizabeth tosses him her sword]

Ragetti: Sword! [catches the sword, fights a bit; a Conch-headed pirate sees the chest unattended and takes it chuckling]

[Jack manages to break the string the key was attached to and having got his prize, leaves the wheel quickly, latching onto a palm tree; just in time, too, as the wheel rolls off a slope; when the leaf he’s holding breaks off, he lands on the ground along with a few solid looking fruit; he sees the pirate rushing through the trees with the chest in hand]

Jack: Hmm. [hefts one of the fruit and throws it at the pirate; the throw knocks the pirate off his feet and consequently knocks his head off]

Conch-head: Anido. Anido! Follow my voice, follow my voice! [the body stumbles around; Jack takes advantage and walks up to the chest with the key] To the left. No! Other left. Go… [the body walks into a palm tree] No, that’s a tree.

Jack: Oh, shut it. [turns the key in the lock and the chest opens with a clang; he opens the lid and reveals a still beating heart, picks it up and stuffs it down his shirt when Elizabeth and co. run in, slamming the lid of the chest shut before he goes; Ragetti and Pintel resume carrying the now empty chest and they go on running to the beach]

Jack: [runs towards their abandoned boat] Jar of dirt! [finds it and after spilling some dirt out, stuffs the heart inside and covers it with some of the dirt he’s spilled out; just as he closes the lid one of Jones’s Crew comes at him; Jack fights with an oar; Elizabeth and co. make it out onto the beach as well, and Will and Norrington are still rolling around and around in their wheel, which is heading towards the beach; it rolls over a few of the pirates Elizabeth is fighting with and finally, with a groan, stops and falls over; Norrington and Will climb out with some difficulty, very dizzy after their ride; they can’t walk or stand straight and keep falling over]

Will: [sees the fight] Great. [tries to walk to it and falls over and can’t seem to get up; Norrington’s a bit more successful – he runs to the boat, grabs the Letters of Marque out of Jack’s Jacket pocket and notices some spilled dirt, being clever, he realizes what must’ve been done and all we see is his putting something away in his shirt]

[Ragetti and Pintel thinking themselves clever, place the chest into the boat and push off, Will stops them and levels his sword at them; they go for their own before realizing Elizabeth’s got them; they shrug and brandish a net and an oar against him; that’s when Will spots the chest and forgetting the two, picks it up instead; Jack notices his noticing and “accidentally” knocks Will out with his oar]

Elizabeth: Will. [runs over to Will lying half in half out of the boat]

Jack: Leave him lie! Unless you plan on using him to hit something with. [the undead Crew close in on them]

Elizabeth: We’re not coming out of this.

Norrington: Not with the chest. Into the boat. [he grabs the chest]

Elizabeth: You’re mad.

Norrington: Don’t wait for me. [runs off as a distraction with the chest clutched close; the Crew follows]

Jack: I-I say we respect his final wish.

Pintel: Aye! [they push off]

[Norrington runs for a while through the trees before he trips and falls, he reaches for his sword but the pirate who had previously lost his head and is not holding it in his hand steps on it]

Conch-head: Your bravery is wasted. I shall pry the chest away from your cold… dead… hands.

Norrington: Here you go. [throws it to the pirate who drops his head and catches the chest; he runs off; the Crew have a laugh at his expense]

Conch-head: [his body walks away with the chest, leaving the head] What… Anido, Anido! Pirates. [rolls into the conch and a crab emerges from the shell and crawls after the pirates] Come back here. Hey,—??

Scene 16: (The Kraken attacks thrice)

Will: [wakes up on board, Elizabeth staring down on him] What happened to the chest?

Elizabeth: Norrington took it to draw them off.

Pintel: [bickering over the sails] You’re pulling too hard!

Ragetti: You aren’t pulling hard enough. [hangs on the rope]

Gibbs: [to Jack] Where’s the Commodore?

Jack: [clutching his jar of dirt] Fell behind.

Gibbs: My prayers be with him. [shrugs] Best not wallow in our grief. The bright side is: you’re back. And made it off free and clear. [the Flying Dutchman pops out of the water next to the Pearl]

Elizabeth: [in fright] Ah, the F- [doesn’t finish her thought]

Gibbs: Lord, I done that. [crosses himself]

Jack: [pushes Gibbs out of the way] I’ll handle this, mate. Oi, fish face! [holds up his jar of dirt] Lose something, aye?—?? [loses footing and falls a short way down the stairs with his dirt; the whole Crew ‘ooh’s’ and cringes in sympathy at his fall; holds up the jar again] Got it! Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git. Look what I got. [in a sing song voice] I’ve got a jar of di-irt, I’ve got a jar of di-irt, and guess what’s inside it?

Davy Jones: Enough. [the cannons are slid out and Jack loses his smile]

Jack: Hard to starboard.

Elizabeth: Hard to starboard! [Gibbs turns the wheel frantically to turn the Pearl]

Will: Raise up the foreyard!

Davy Jones: Rack the starboard! Send his beloved Pearl back to the depths. [the cannons fire and some hit the Pearl as it retreats]

Ragetti: [spots the Flying Dutchman in pursuit through a cannonball made hole] She’s on us! She’s on us!

Davy Jones: Let them taste the triple guns.

Undead pirate: Aye, Captain. [triple cannons are rolled out in the front an they fire, further damaging the ship; Jack takes over the steering]

Will: [maneuvering the sails, hand the rope over to another] Make fast!