Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

MAN: "In order to effect a timely halt

"to deteriorating conditions

"and to ensure the common good,

"a state of emergency is declared for these territories

"by decree of Lord Cutler Beckett,

"duly appointed representative of His Majesty, the King.

"By decree, according to martial law,

"the following statutes are temporarily amended.

"Right to assembly, suspended.

"Right to verdict by a jury of peers, suspended.

"By decree, all persons found guilty of piracy,

"or aiding a person convicted of piracy,

"or associating with a person convicted of piracy,

"shall be sentenced to hang by the neck until dead."

# The King and his men

# Stole the Queen from her bed

# And bound her in her bones

# The seas be ours

# And by the powers

# Where we will, we'll roam

# Yo ho

# Haul together

# Hoist the colours high... #

Lord Beckett!

They've started to sing, sir.

Finally.

# Thieves and beggars

# Never shall we die

# Some have died and some are alive

# Others sail on the sea

# With the keys to the cage

# And the devil to pay

# We lay to Fiddler's Green

# The bell has been raised from its watery grave

# Hear its sepulchral tone

# A call to all, pay heed the squall...

FIREWORKS IGNITE

# Turn your sails to home

# Yo ho

# Haul together

# Hoist the colours high

# Heave-ho...

# Thief and beggar

# Never say we die. #

A dangerous song to be singing...

for any who are ignorant of its meaning.

Particularly a woman.

Particularly a woman alone.

MAN: What makes you think she's alone?

You protect her?

And what makes you think I need protecting?

Your master's expecting us.

And an unexpected death'd cast

a slight pall on our meeting.

SECOND MAN: Pick those feet up!

Lively now!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

SQUAWK: Steady as she goes.

HURDY-GURDY MUSIC PLAYS

All right.

Have you heard anything from Will?

I trust young Turner to acquire the charts

and you to remember your place

in the presence of Captain Sao Feng.

Is he that terrifying?

He's much like myself, but absent

my merciful nature and sense of fair play.

SPEAKS IN CHINESE

METAL CRACKS

We're through. Make ready.

CREAKING

Hurry up!

Do you think because she is a woman we would not suspect her of treachery?

Well, when you put it that way...

Remove. Please.

Remove. Please.

Captain Barbossa, welcome to Singapore.

SNIFFLES

More steam.

HISSING

MEN SHOUT IN CHINESE

GRUNTING

None of that.

If things don't go the way we want,

then we're the only chance they've got.

I understand that you have a request to make of me.

More of a proposal to put to ye.

I've a venture underway

and I find myself in need of a ship and a crew.

Hmm. It's an odd coincidence.

Because you happen to have a ship and a crew you don't need?

No.

Because earlier this day, not far from here,

a thief broke into my most revered uncle's temple

and tried to make off with these.

The navigational charts.

The route to the Farthest Gate.

Wouldn't it be amazing if this venture of yours

took you to the world beyond this one?

It would strain credulity at that.

SPLASHING

GASPING

This is the thief.

Is his face familiar to you?

Then I guess he has no further need for it.

Oh!

You come into my city, and you betray my hospitality.

Sao Feng, I assure you I had no idea...

That he would get caught!

You intend to attempt a voyage to Davy Jones' Locker.

But I cannot help but wonder...

Why?

BARBOSSA: The song has been sung.

The time is upon us.

We must convene the Brethren Court.

As one of the nine Pirate Lords,

you must honour the call.

More steam.

More steam!

GROANS

There is a price on all our heads.

It is true.

It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit any more

is by betraying other pirates.

BARBOSSA: We must put our differences aside...

Wait for the signal.

The first Brethren Court

gave us rule of the seas.

But now that rule is being challenged

by Lord Cutler Beckett.

SAO FENG: Against East India Trading Company,

what value is the Brethren Court?

What can any of us do?

You can fight! Get off me!

You are Sao Feng, the Pirate Lord of Singapore.

You command in an age of piracy,

where bold captains sail free waters.

Where waves aren't measured in feet,

but as increments of fear,

and those who pass the test become legend.

Would you have that era come to an end on your watch?

The most notorious pirates from around the world

are uniting against our enemy,

and yet you sit here cowering in your bathwater!

Elizabeth Swann.

There is more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?

And the eye does not go wanting.

But I cannot help but notice

you have failed to answer my question.

What is it you seek in Davy Jones' Locker?

Jack Sparrow.

GIGGLING

He's one of the Pirate Lords.

The only reason

I would want Jack Sparrow returned

from the land of the dead

is so I can send him back myself!

Jack Sparrow holds one of the nine Pieces of Eight.

He failed to pass it along to a successor before he died.

So we must go and get him back.

So you admit...

you have deceived me.

Weapons!

YELLING

Weapons!

Sao Feng, I assure you, our intentions

are strictly honourable.

Drop your weapons or I kill the man.

Kill him. He's not our man.

If he's not with you, and he's not with us,

who's he with?

DOOR OPENS Charge!

SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE

Will!

GASPS

MAN: Look out! Look behind you!

CLAMOURING

Ready!

Fire!

SHOUTS

Chart!

Boo!

Company! Make ready. Set.

Fire!

Company! Make ready. Set.

HURDY-GURDY MUSIC PLAYING

Fire!

EXPLOSION

SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE CONTINUES

METAL CLANGING ON FLOOR

It's an odd coincidence, isn't it?

The East India Trading Company finds me

the day you show up in Singapore.

It is coincidence only.

GUN COCKS

If you want to make a deal with Beckett,

you need what I offer.

You cross Barbossa.

You are willing to cross Jack Sparrow.

Why should I expect any better?

I need the Black Pearl to free my father.

You're helping me to get it.

SQUAWKS: Uh-oh.

Fire in the hole!

Thank you, Jack.

SCREECHES

SQUAWK: Thank you, Jack.

You have the charts?

And better yet,

a ship and a crew.

Where's Sao Feng?

He'll cover our escape

and meet us at Shipwreck Cove.

This way. Be quick.

There's no place left for Sao Feng to cower.

Do you think he will honour the call?

I cannot say.

There's an evil on these seas

that even the most staunch and bloodthirsty pirates

have come to fear.

CANNON FIRE BOOMING

MAN SCREAMS

A piece of eight.

Nine of them, you say.

Our new friend in Singapore was very specific, sir.

NINE pieces of eight.

What's the significance of that, I wonder.

Does it matter?

Nothing can hold against the armada.

Not with the Flying Dutchman at the lead.

Nothing we know of.

Did your friend mention where the Brethren Court are meeting?

He was mum on that, sir.

Hmm.

Then he knows the value of information.

Better keep this between ourselves.

We don't want anyone running off to Singapore, do we?

Ah, Admiral.

You summoned me, Lord Beckett.

Yes. Something for you there.

Your new station deserves an old friend.

Not more requisition orders.

No, sir.

Execution.

SWORD UNSHEATHED

The Brethren know they face extinction.

All that remains is for them to decide

where they make their final stand.

No-one said anything about cold.

I'm sure there must be a good reason for our suffering.

Why don't that obeah woman just bring Jack back

the same way she brought back Barbossa?

Because Barbossa was only dead.

Jack Sparrow is taken, body and soul,

to a place not of death, but punishment.

The worst fate a person can bring upon himself,

stretching on forever.

That's what awaits at Davy Jones' Locker.

Yeah.

I knew there was a good reason.

Nothing here is set.

These can't be as accurate as modern charts.

No.

But it leads to more places.

"Over the edge.

"Over again.

"Sunrise sets.

"Flash of green."

Do you care to interpret, Captain Barbossa?

Ever gazed upon the green flash, Master Gibbs?

I reckon I seen my fair share.

Happens on rare occasion.

The last glimpse of sunset,

a green flash shoots up into the sky.

Some go their whole lives without ever seeing it.

Some claim to have seen it who ain't.

And some say...

It signals when a soul comes back to this world

from the dead.

Sorry.

Trust me, young Master Turner.

It's not getting to the land of the dead that's the problem.

It's getting back.

MAN: Bosun! Head to wind! Lift the sail!

SECOND MAN: Aye, aye, sir!

Bloody hell. There's nothing left.

Jones is a loose cannon, sir.

Fetch the chest.

And the governor?

He's been asking questions about the heart.

Does he know?

Then perhaps his usefulness has run its course.

ORGAN PLAYING

MUSIC BOX PLAYING

MUSIC BOX STOPS

MAN: Step lively, men.

Step lively!

Stand fast!

Steady, men.

Go. All of you.

And take that infernal thing with you.

I will not have it on my ship!

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that... because I will.

Because it seems to be the only way to ensure

that this ship do as directed by the company.

We need prisoners to interrogate,

which tends to work best when they're alive.

The Dutchman sails as its captain commands.

And its captain is to sail it as commanded.

I would have thought you'd learned that

when I ordered you to kill your pet.

This is no longer your world, Jones.

The immaterial has become...

immaterial.

NORRINGTON: Charge your bayonets.

HEARTBEAT

MUSIC BOX PLAYING

How long do we continue not talking?

Once we rescue Jack, everything'll be fine.

Then we rescue Jack.

For what we want most...

there is a cost must be paid in the end.

Barbossa, ahead!

Aye, we're good and lost now.

Lost?

For certain you have to be lost

to find a place as can't be found.

Elseways, everyone would know where it was.

We're gaining speed.

Aye.

To stations!

All hands to stations!

MEN SHOUTING

Rudder full. Hard a-port! Gather way.

Nay! Belay that!

Let her run straight and true!

Blimey.

You've doomed us all.

Don't be so unkind.

You may not survive to pass this way again,

and these be the last friendly words you'll hear.

Tie her off.

MUTTERING

Hard a-port!

MEN SHOUTING

Hold on!

BARBOSSA LAUGHS

ALL SCREAMING

MUSIC PLAYING

CANNONS FIRING

MAN SHOUTS

Shift your cargo, dearie. Show your larboard side.

-SECOND MAN:

-Dead men tell no tales.

ECHOING

MAN SNIFFING

GUNSHOT

My peanut.

Haul the halyard. Slacken braces.

Aye, Captain. Slacken braces.

Step lively with a will.

-Aye, aye.

-Right away, sir.

I want a fire down below!

Help!

Man the yards, you filthy toads.

MUFFLED GROANING

CLUCKING

ALL: Haul! Haul!

Haul the sheets handsomely. Scandalize the lateens.

Aye, sir. Right away, sir.

-Mr Sparrow?

-Aye, cap'n.

What say you about the condition

of this tack line?

It be proper to my eyes, sir.

Proper?

It is neither proper nor suitable, sir.

It is not acceptable nor adequate.

It is, in obvious fact, an abomination.

Begging your pardon, sir,

but if you gave a man another chance...

-Shall I?

-UNSHEATHES SWORD

It's that sort of thinking got us into this mess.

We have lost speed and, therefore, time.

Precious time, which cannot be recovered once lost.

Do you understand?

All: Aye, aye, captain.

Do you now?

It will all have to be redone. All of it.

And let this serve as a lesson to the lot of you.

Doldrums, sir, has the entire crew on edge.

I have no sympathy for any of you feculent maggots,

and no more patience to pretend otherwise.

Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness.

No wind.

Of course, there's no bloody wind.

My soul I do swear for a breeze.

Gust. Whisper. A tiny, miniature lick.

Yes, sir, I know, but why? Why would he do that?

Because he's a lummox, isn't he?

We shall have a magnificent garden party

and you're not invited.

Shoo.

A rock.

Now we're being followed by rocks.

Never had that before.

Oh.

A rope.

GRUNTING

PANTING

CHIRPING

SHIP HORN SOUNDS

RUMBLING

COUGHING AND GAGGING

This truly is a Godforsaken place.

I don't see Jack.

I don't see anyone.

He's here.

Davy Jones never once gave up that what he took.

And does it matter?

We're trapped here by your doing.

-No different than Jack.

-CHATTERING

Witty Jack is closer than you think.

Impossible.

Boat.

Slap me thrice and hand me to me mama. It's Jack.

-It's the captain!

-A sight for sore eyes.

Mr Gibbs.

Aye, Cap'n.

I thought so.

I expect you're able to account for your actions, then.

Sir?

There's been a perpetual and virulent lack of discipline upon my vessel. Why?

-Why is that, sir?

-Sir, you're...

you're in Davy Jones' Locker, Cap'n.

I know that. I know where I am.

And don't think I don't.

Jack Sparrow.

Oh, Hector.

It's been too long. Hasn't it?

Aye. Isla de Muerta, remember?

You shot me.

No, I didn't.

Tia Dalma, out and about, eh?

You add an agreeable sense of the macabre to any delirium.

He thinks we're a hallucination.

William, tell me something.

Have you come because you need my help

to save a certain distressing damsel,

or rather, damsel in distress? Either one.

No.

Well, then, you wouldn't be here, would you?

So you can't be here.

QED, you're not really here.

ELIZABETH: Jack.

This is real. We're here.

The Locker, you say?

Aye.

We've come to rescue you.

Have you, now? That's very kind of you.

But it would seem that as I possess a ship and you don't,

you're the ones in need of rescuing,

and I'm not sure as I'm in the mood.

I see my ship. Right there.

Can't spot it.

Must be a tiny little thing

hiding somewhere behind the Pearl.

Jack, Cutler Beckett has the heart of Davy Jones.

He controls the Flying Dutchman.

He's taking over the seas.

The song has been sung. The Brethren Court is called.

Leave you alone for a minute, look what happens.

Everything's gone to pot.

Aye. The world needs you back something fierce.

WILL: And you need a crew.

Why should I sail with any of you?

Four of you have tried to kill me in the past.

One of you succeeded.

Oh, she's not told you.

You'll have loads to talk about while you're here.

As for you...

Now, don't tell me you didn't enjoy it at the time.

Fair enough. All right, you're in.

Don't need you. You scare me.

Gibbs, you can come. Marty. Mm... Cotton.

PARROT SQUAWKS

Cotton's parrot, I'm a little iffy,

but at least I'll have someone to talk to.

Who are you?

Tai Huang. These are my men.

Where do your allegiances lie?

With the highest bidder.

I have a ship.

That makes you the highest bidder.

Good man.

Weigh anchor, all hands. Prepare to make sail.

PARROT: Weigh anchor.

Jack...

which way are you going, Jack?

SCREECHES

Trim that sail. Slack windward brace and sheet.

Haul the pennant line.

Haul the pennant line.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

No, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

No, what are you doing?

What are you doing? Captain gives orders on the ship.

The captain of the ship is giving orders.

My ship, makes me captain.

They be my charts.

That makes you "chartman".

Stow it! The both of you!

That's an order! Understand?!

Sorry. I just thought with the captain issue in doubt,

I'd throw in my name for consideration.

Sorry.

I'd vote for you.

Yeah?

You left Jack to the Kraken.

He's rescued now. It's done with.

Will, I had no choice.

You chose not to tell me.

I couldn't.

It wasn't your burden to bear.

But I did bear it, didn't I?

I just didn't know what it was.

I thought...

You thought I loved him.

If you make your choices alone, how can I trust you?

You can't.

SHIP CREAKING

GASPS

SPLASH

Eerie.

That's downright macabre.

I wonder what would happen

if you dropped a cannonball on one of them?

BOTH CHUCKLING

Be disrespectful, it would.

They should be in the care of Davy Jones.

That was the duty him was charged with

by the goddess Calypso.

To ferry those who die at sea to the other side.

And every ten years...

him could come ashore

to be with she who love him...truly.

But the man has become a monster.

So he wasn't always... tentacle-y?

No.

Him was a man...

once.

Now there's boats coming.

They're not a threat to us.

Am I right?

We are nothing but ghosts to them.

It's best just let them be.

It's my father. We've made it back.

Father! Father, here, look here!

Elizabeth.

We're not back.

Father!

Elizabeth.

Are you dead?

No. No.

I think I am.

No, you can't be!

There was this chest, you see.

It's odd. At the time, it seemed so important.

Come aboard.

And a heart.

I learned that if you stab the heart,

yours must take its place.

And you will sail the seas for eternity.

The Dutchman must have a captain.

Silly thing to die for.

Someone, cast a line. Come back with us!

A touch...of destiny.

Take the line!

I'm so proud of you, Elizabeth.

Father, the line! Take the line!

She must not leave the ship!

Father!

Please come with us! Please! No!

I won't leave you!

I'll give your love to your mother.

Please, I won't let you go!

Elizabeth.

Is there a way?

Him at peace.

No water.

Why is all but the rum gone?

Rum's gone too.

If we cannot escape these doldrums before night,

I fear we will sail on trackless seas.

Doomed to roam the reach between worlds.

Forever.

With no water, forever looks to be arriving

a mite too soon.

Why doesn't he do something?

RAGETTI: Me eye. Give it back!

There's no sense to it.

And the green flash happens at sunset, not sunrise.

GIBBS: "Over the edge."

Ah, it's driving me over the blooming edge.

Sunrises don't set.

JACK: "Up is down."

Well, that's just maddeningly unhelpful.

Why are these things never clear?

Clear as mud, Jackie.

What? Eh?

Stab the heart.

-Don't stab the heart.

-Come again?

The Dutchman must have a captain.

That's even more than less than unhelpful.

Sail the seas for eternity.

I love the sea.

What about port?

I prefer rum. Rum's good.

Making port.

Where we can get rum and salty wenches

once every ten years.

What'd he say?

Once every ten years.

Ten years is a long time, mate.

Even longer given the deficit of rum.

But eternity is longer still.

And how will you be spending it? Dead?

Or not?

The immortal Captain Sparrow.

Oh, I like that.

Come sunset, it won't matter.

Not sunset.

Sundown.

And rise. Up.

What's that?

What is that?

I don't know. What do you think?

-Where?

-There.

Oh.

JACK GRUNTS AND STAMMERS

What is it?

He's rocking the ship.

We're rocking the ship.

Aye. He's onto it.

CREAKING

He's rocking the ship.

We'll tie each other to the mast upside down,

so when the boat flips we'll be the right way up.

Time it with the swell.

Loose the cannons, you lazy bilge rats.

Unstow the cargo. Let it shift.

CREW SHOUTING IN CHINESE

SHIP CREAKING

SCREAMING

Now up...

is down.

COUGHING

SQUAWKS

This was your idea.

Blessed sweet westerlies!

We're back!

It's the sunrise.

SCREECHES: Parley?

We need our pistols! Get untied, hurry!

All right, then!

The Brethren Court is a-gathering at Shipwreck Cove.

And Jack, you and I are a-going.

There'll be no arguing that point.

I is arguing the point.

If there's pirates a-gathering,

I'm pointing my ship the other way.

The pirates are gathering to fight Beckett,

and you're a pirate.

Fight or not, you're not running, Jack.

If we don't stand together,

they'll hunt us down one by one,

till there be none left but you.

Quite like the sound of that.

Captain Jack Sparrow, the last pirate.

Aye.

And you'll be fighting Jones alone.

How does that figure into your plan?

I'm still working on that.

But I will not be going back to the Locker, mate.

Count on that.

CLICKS

GUNS CLICKING

Wet powder.

Wait! We can still use them as clubs!

Ow!

Sorry. Effective, though.

There's fresh water on this island. We can resupply there

and get back to shooting each other later.

You lead the shore party. I'll stay with my ship.

I'll not be leaving my ship in your command.

Why don't you both go ashore

and leave the ship in my command?

Temporarily.

TELESCOPE OPENING

SHOUTING

SQUAWKS: Mind the boat.

Criminy.

Odds bodkins!

SEAGULLS CAWING

Careful! Careful!

You stupid fish!

Actually it's a cephalopod.

Serves you right.

I bet people would pay

a shilling to see this.

And another shilling

for a sketch of them sitting atop!

Pintel and Ragetti, Kraken slayers.

We could serve up a slice as a souvenir.

Still thinking of running, Jack?

Think you can outrun the world?

You know, the problem with being the last of anything...

..by and by, there be none left at all.

Sometimes things come back, mate.

We're living proof, you and me.

Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it?

There's never a guarantee of coming back.

But passing on, that's dead certain.

Summoning the Brethren Court, then, is it?

It's our only hope, lad.

That's a sad commentary in and of itself.

The world used to be a bigger place.

The world's still the same.

There's just...less in it.

Poisoned. Fouled by the body.

Hey, I know him. He was in Singapore!

SQUAWKS: Singapore.

Captain!

Hoi!

We got company!

SPEAKS CHINESE

He's the captain.

SHOUTING

Sao Feng, you showing up here,

it is truly a remarkable coincidence.

Jack Sparrow.

You paid me great insult once.

That doesn't sound like me.

GROANS

Shall we just call it square, then?

Release her.

She's not part of the bargain.

And what bargain be that?

You heard Captain Turner.

Release her!

"Captain Turner"?

Aye, the perfidious rotter led a mutiny against us.

I need the Pearl to free my father.

That's the only reason I came on this voyage.

Why didn't you tell me you were planning this?

It was my burden to bear.

He needs the Pearl.

Captain Turner needs the Pearl.

And you felt guilty.

And you and your Brethren Court.

Did no-one come to save me just because they missed me?

I'm standing over there with them.

I'm sorry, Jack,

but there is an old friend who wants to see you first.

I'm not certain I can survive any more visits from old friends.

Here is your chance to find out.

Curious.

Your friends appear to be quite desperate, Jack.

Perhaps they no longer believe

that a gathering of squabbling pirates

can defeat the Flying Dutchman.

And so despair leads to betrayal.

But you and I are no strangers to betrayal, are we?

It's not here, Jack.

What? What isn't?

The heart of Davy Jones.

It's safely aboard the Dutchman,

and so unavailable for use as leverage

to satisfy your debts to the good Captain.

By my reckoning, that account has been settled.

By your death?

And yet here you are.

Close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream.

That's how I get by.

And if Davy Jones were to learn of your survival?

MAN: Ship oars.

SECOND MAN: Ship oars.

Be on your guard, men.

My men are crew enough.

Company ship, company crew.

You agreed.

The Black Pearl was to be mine.

And so it was.

Perhaps you'll consider an alternative arrangement.

One which requires absolutely nothing

from you but information.

Regarding the Brethren Court, no doubt.

In exchange for fair compensation?

Square my debt with Jones...

guarantee my freedom?

Of course.

It's just good business.

Were I in a divulgatory mood, what then might I divulge?

Everything.

Where are they meeting?

Who are the Pirate Lords?

What is the purpose of the nine pieces of eight?

MAN: Prepare the brig.

Beckett agreed the Black Pearl was to be mine.

He's not going to give up the only ship

as can outrun the Dutchman, is he?

Shame they're not bound to honour

the code of the Brethren, isn't it?

Because honour's a hard thing to come by nowadays.

There is no honour to remaining with the losing side.

Leaving it for the winning side,

that's just good business.

The losing side, you say?

They have the Dutchman.

Now the Pearl!

And what do the Brethren have?

We have Calypso.

-LAUGHS

-Calypso.

An old legend.

No. The goddess herself, bound in human form.

Imagine all the power of the seas

brought to bear against our enemy.

I intend to release her.

But for that I need the Brethren Court.

All the Court.

You can keep Barbossa.

The belligerent homunculus and his friend

with the wooden eye, both.

And Turner. Especially Turner.

The rest go with me aboard the Pearl.

I'll lead you to Shipwreck Cove,

where I will hand you the pirates

and you will not hand me to Jones.

Bloody fair deal, don't you think?

And what becomes of Miss Swann?

What interest is she to you?

What are you proposing, Captain?

What be accepting, Cap'n?

The girl.

What?

Jack.

I've just recalled.

I've got this wonderful compass,

which points to whatever I want.

So for what do I need you?

Elizabeth is not part of any bargain.

Out of the question.

It was not a question.

Points to the thing you want most.

And that is not the Brethren Court, is it?

Then what is, Jack?

Me.

Dead.

Done.

What? Not done.

You got us into this. If this frees us, then done!

Damn.

Although, if I kill you, then I can use the compass

to find Shipwreck Cove, is it, on my own.

Cut out the middle man, as it were.

Elizabeth, they are pirates.

I have had more than enough experience dealing with pirates!

Then we have an accord?

With me killed, you'd arrive at the cove,

find it a stronghold, nigh impregnable...

able to withstand blockade for years.

Then you'd be wishing,

"If only there was someone I had not killed inside

"to ensure that the pirates then come outside."

And you can accomplish all this?

You may kill me, but you may never insult me.

Who am I?

I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.

RUMBLING

Done!

MAN SHOUTING

CANNON FIRE

MAN: Man overboard!

You're mad.

Thank goodness. If I wasn't,

this'd probably never work.

JACK SHOUTING

And that was without even a single drop of rum.

Send this pestilent, traitorous,

cowhearted, yeasty codpiece to the brig.

Which ship do we follow?

Signal the Dutchman to track down Sao Feng.

We follow the Pearl.

How soon can we have the ship ready to pursue?

WOOD CRACKING

MAN: She's going down!

SECOND MAN: Stand clear!

Do you think he plans it all out,

or just makes it up as he goes along?

Sir.

SPEAKING CHINESE

By this time tomorrow, we will arrive

at Shipwreck Cove and you will be free...

..Calypso.

Excuse me?

Not a name you fancy, I imagine,

out of the many that you have...

but it is what we call you.

We being who?

You confirm it.

Confirm what?

You've told me nothing.

The Brethren Court, not I.

The first Brethren Court, whose decision I would have opposed.

They bound you to human form

so the rule of the seas would belong to man and not...

To me.

But one such as you should never be anything less

than what you are.

Pretty speech from a captor.

But words whispered through prison bars lose their charm.

Can I be blamed for my efforts?

All men are drawn to the sea, perilous though it may be.

And some men offer desire as justification for their crimes.

I offer simply my desire.

And in return?

I would have your gifts,

should you choose to give them.

And if I should choose...not?

Then I will take...

your fury.

GRUNTING

ELIZABETH PANTING

PIRATES SHOUTING

Sao Feng?

Here.

Please.

With all nine pieces of eight...

you will be free.

Take it!

You are captain now.

Me?

Go in my place to Shipwreck Cove.

Captain! The ship is taken.

We cannot...

Forgive me... Calypso.

EXPLOSIONS AND SHOUTING

What did he tell you?

He made me captain.

Set! Fire!

You are not my captain.

Elizabeth.

James. James.

Thank God, you're alive.

Your father'll be overjoyed

to know you're safe.

My father's dead.

No, that can't be true. He returned to England.

Did Lord Beckett tell you that?

Who among you do you name as captain?

Captain. Her.

All: Her.

Captain?

Tow the ship.

Put the prisoners in the brig.

The captain shall have my quarters.

Thank you, sir.

But I prefer to remain with my crew.

Elizabeth.

I swear.

I did not know.

Know what? Which side you chose?

Well, now you do.

Bootstrap?

CHUCKLING

Bootstrap.

Bill Turner?

MAN: Bootstrap.

You know my name.

Yes, I know your son.

Will Turner.

William.

Aah! Oh! Oh!

He made it. He's alive.

And now he sends you to tell me that he's coming to get me.

God's wounds. He's on his way.

Yes, Will is alive.

And he wants to help you.

He can't help me. He won't come.

But you're his father.

I know you.

He spoke of you.

He can't save me. He can't come because of you.

Me?

You're Elizabeth.

Yes, I'm Elizabeth.

If Jones be slain, he who slays him must take his place.

Captain forever.

The Dutchman must always have a captain.

And if he saves me...

he loses you.

I see.

He won't pick me.

I wouldn't pick me.

Tell him not to come.

Tell him to stay away.

Tell him it's too late.

I'm already a part of the ship...

and the crew.

Bootstrap.

You know my name.

You know my name.

Yes, I know your son.

William.

He's coming for me.

Wait and see.

You'll see.

He promised.

BIRDS SQUAWKING

INDISTINCT CHATTER

MAN: Sir.

BECKETT: a breadcrumb trail.

And we're meant to follow.

A betrayer among them? Or a trap?

A gambit by a skilled opponent.

Adjust course, lieutenant.

Sir?

We can only hope to reach our destination

before they run out of bodies.

You escaped the brig even quicker than I expected.

William, do you notice anything?

Rather...

do you notice something that is not there to be noted?

You haven't raised an alarm.

Odd, isn't it?

Not as odd as this.

Come up with this all by your lonesome, did you?

I said to myself, "Think like Jack."

This is what you've arrived at -

lead Beckett to Shipwreck Cove so as to gain his trust,

accomplish your own ends?

It's like you don't know me at all, mate.

And how does your dearly beloved feel about this plan?

Ah.

You've not seen fit to trust her with it.

I'm losing her, Jack.

Every step I make for my father is a step away from Elizabeth.

If you choose to lock your heart away,

you'll lose her for certain.

If I might lend a machete

to your intellectual thicket,

avoid the choice altogether.

Change the facts.

Let someone else dispatch Jones.

Who?

You?

Death has a curious way of reshuffling one's priorities.

I slip aboard the Dutchman,

find the heart, stab the beating thing,

your father's free from his debt,

you're free to be with your charming murderess.

You're willing to cut out your heart and bind yourself to the Dutchman...

forever?

No, mate. I'm free forever.

Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map.

Free from death itself.

You have to do the job though, Jack.

You have to ferry souls to the next world.

Or end up just like Jones.

GROANS

I don't have the face for tentacles.

But immortal has to count for something, eh?

What's this for?

Think like me. It'll come to you.

My regards to Davy Jones.

I hate him.

Come with me.

Quickly!

What are you doing?

Choosing a side.

WHISPERING IN CHINESE

Do not go to Shipwreck Cove.

Beckett knows of the meeting of the Brethren.

I fear there may be a traitor among them.

It's too late to earn my forgiveness.

I had nothing to do with your father's death.

But that does not absolve me of my other sins.

Come with us.

James, come with me.

BOOTSTRAP BILL: Who goes there?

Go. I will follow.

You're lying.

Our destinies have been entwined, Elizabeth,

but never joined.

Go, now.

Back to your station, sailor.

No-one leaves the ship.

Stand down. That's an order.

That's an order.

Part of the crew, part of the ship.

Part of the crew, part of the ship.

-Part of the crew...

-Steady, man.

Part of the crew, part of the ship.

All hands, prisoner escape!

Belay that!

James!

SCREAMING

James! No!

-The Admiral's dead.

-Admiral's dead?

-The admiral's dead.

-Admiral's dead.

To the captain's cabin!

All: Aye!

SHOUTING

James Norrington. Do you fear death?

I take that as a no.

Nice sword.

SHOUTING

The Dutchman is under my command.

For now.

Look alive and keep a weather eye.

Not for naught it's called Shipwreck Island.

Where lies Shipwreck Cove and the town of Shipwreck.

You heard him. Step lively.

For all that pirates are clever cogs,

we are unimaginative when it comes to naming things.

Aye.

I once sailed with a geezer

who lost both of his arms and part of his eye.

What'd you call him?

Larry.

I do not renege on a bargain once struck.

But we agreed on ends only. The means are mine to decide.

Caution, Barbossa.

Do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead.

Or what it mean if you fail me.

Don't you forget why you had to bring me back.

Why I could not leave Jack to his well-deserved fate.

It took nine Pirate Lords to bind you, Calypso.

And it'll take no less than nine to set you free.

Masters Pintel and Ragetti.

Take this fishwife to the brig.

Right this way, Mrs Fish.

I cannot be summoned like some mongrel pup.

Apparently, you can.

I believe you know each other.

Ah.

Come to join my crew again, Master Turner?

Not yours.

His.

Jack Sparrow sends his regards.

Sparrow?

You didn't tell him.

We rescued Jack from the Locker along with the Black Pearl.

What else have you not told me?

There is an issue far more troublesome.

I believe you're familiar with a person called Calypso.

Not a person.

A heathen god.

One who delights in cursing men with their wildest dreams

and then revealing them to be hollow and naught but ash.

The world is well rid of her.

Not quite so well, actually.

The Brethren Court intends to release her.

No! They cannot!

The first court promised to imprison her forever.

That was our agreement.

Your agreement?

I showed them how to bind her.

She could not be trusted.

I... She gave me no choice.

We must act before they release her.

You loved her.

She's the one.

And then you betrayed her.

She pretended to love me.

She betrayed me.

And after which betrayal did you cut out your heart, I wonder.

Do not test me.

I hadn't finished that.

You will free my father.

And you will guarantee Elizabeth's safety.

Along with my own.

Your terms are steep, Mr Turner.

We will expect fair value in return.

There is only one price I will accept -

Calypso murdered.

Calypso's aboard the Black Pearl.

Jack has sailed the Black Pearl to Shipwreck Cove.

And with you no longer aboard her,

how do you propose to lead us there?

What is it you want most?

Look at them all!

There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.

And I owe them all money.

MURMURING

As he who issued summons,

I convene this, the fourth Brethren Court.

MURMURING

To confirm your Lordship and right to be heard,

present now your pieces of eight, my fellow cap'ns.

Those aren't pieces of eight.

They're just pieces of junk.

Aye. The original plan was to use nine pieces of eight to bind Calypso.

But when the first court met,

the Brethren were to a one skint broke.

So change the name.

What, to "nine pieces of whatever we happened

"to have in our pockets at the time"?

Oh, yes. That sounds very piratey.

Master Ragetti, if you will.

I kept it safe, just like you said when you gave it to me.

Aye, you have. But now I need it back.

Sparrow!

Might I point out that we are still short one Pirate Lord,

and I'm as content as a cucumber to wait until Sao Feng joins us.

ELIZABETH: Sao Feng is dead.

He fell to the Flying Dutchman.

The plagued ship!

He made you Captain? They're giving the bloody title away now!

Que lo manden al diablo!

Listen. Listen to me.

Our location has been betrayed.

Jones is under the command of Lord Beckett.

They're on their way here.

Who is this betrayer?

Not likely anyone among us.

Where's Will?

Not among us.

It matters not how they found us. The question is,

what will we do now that they have?

We fight.

Shipwreck Cove is a fortress.

A well-supplied fortress.

There is no need to fight if they cannot get to us.

There be a third course.

In another age, at this very spot,

the first Brethren Court captured the sea goddess

and bound her in her bones.

That was a mistake.

Oh, we tamed the seas for ourselves, aye.

But opened the door to Beckett and his ilk.

Better were the days when mastery of seas

came not from bargains struck with eldritch creatures,

but from the sweat of a man's brow

and the strength of his back alone.

You all know this to be true.

Gentlemen.

Ladies.

We must free Calypso.

CLAMOURING

Shoot him!

Cut out his tongue!

Shoot him, cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue.

And trim that beard.

Sao Feng would've agreed with Barbossa.

Calypso was our enemy then, she will be our enemy now.

It's unlikely her mood's improved.

I would still agree with Sao Feng. We release Calypso.

You threaten me?

I silence you.

ALL SHOUTING

This is madness.

This is politics.

Meanwhile, our enemies are bearing down upon us.

If they not be here already.

SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE

MUSIC BOX PLAYS

MUSIC BOX STOPS

ANOTHER MUSIC BOX PLAYS

My sweet.

You come for me.

You were expecting me.

It has been torture,

trapped in this single form,

cut off from the sea...

from all that I love.

From you.

Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged to me.

Ten years I looked after those who died at sea.

And, finally, when we could be together again...

you weren't there.

MUSIC BOX STOPS

Why weren't you there?

It's my nature.

Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?

I do not love you.

Many things you were, Davy Jones...

but never cruel.

You have corrupted your purpose...

and so yourself.

And you did hide away what should always have been mine.

HE GASPS

Calypso.

I will be free.

And when I am, I would give you my heart.

And we would be together always...

if only you had a heart to give.

Why did you come?

And what fate have you planned for your captors?

The Brethren Court.

All of them.

The last thing they will learn in this life...

is how cruel I can be.

And what of your fate, Davy Jones?

My heart will always belong to you.

SHOUTING

GLASS BREAKING

It was the first Court what imprisoned Calypso.

We should be the ones to set her free.

And in her gratitude, she will see fit to grant us boons.

Whose boons? Your boons?

Utterly deceptive twaddle-speak, says I.

If you have a better alternative, please, share.

Cuttlefish.

Eh?

Let us not, dear friends,