Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides Page #2

They're signin up sailors, right now.

One last thing, Jackie.

The Fountain will test you. Mark my words.

- I hear you be recruitin a crew.

- Aye. That is...

Jack Sparrow be puttin together a modest

venture.

You got some nerve, aint ya ? Turnin up

here dressed like that.

- What are you, some kind of an impostor ?

- Do you have any idea who I am, mate ?

Hey, markers. There's a bloke here whats

forgotten his own name.

Lads, I'm sailing with Sparrow. Who'll

buy a sailor a drink ?

You've stolen me. And I'm here to take

meself back.

Stop doing that.

Only one person alive knows that move.

Always wanted to do that.

Hello Angelica.

Hello, Jack.

Are you impressed. I think I almost

killed you once or twice.

I'm touched at this most sincerest form

of flattery.

But why?

You were the only pirate I thought I

would pass for.

That is not a compliment.

Don't worry, Jack.

I forgave you a long time ago.

For what ? For leaving you ?

I recall that I left you !

A gentleman allows a lady to maintain

her fiction.

Look Sparrow. As long as my sailors get

their money...

...they're willing to put up with any

number of peculiarities.

Ah. There is one peculiarity with which I

will not put up with.

I will be impersonated as Captain. Nothing less.

For that you need a ship. And as it

turns out...I have one.

I could use a ship.

- I hear tell you've been to the fountain.

- There's been a lot of hear telling going on these days.

- The Fountain of Youth.

- Dearest Angelica. Fret not.

You still have a few usable years left.

Always so charming. But you didn't

answer me.

Eh ? Have I gone to the fountain ?

Waste of time.

Me lady. I see un-seamen like fellows

with an officious looking nature.

Friends of yours ?

I may have unintentionally slighted

some king or other.

- You haven't changed !

- Implying the need ?

Yes!

You betrayed me. You seduced me,

and you used me.

I was innocent in the ways of men.

You demonstrated a lot of technique for

someone I supposedly corrupted.

(pounding on the door) Open this door !

I was ready to take my vows, and you...

- What were you doing in a Spanish convent anyway ?

- I was looking for a brothel. It was a mistake.

There!

- We are at a disadvantage.

- Speak for yourself !

Unlike some who pretend to be...

But in fact cannot hold a candle to. I am Captain Jack Sparrow.

Back then you said I used you...

- You know exactly how.

- I know, but how can you say it?

- So, what is it ?

- What is what ?

About the fountain. What do you know ?

You don't happen to be in possession of 2

sliver chalices instead of Ponce de Len ?

- No.

- Ha! Thought not.

- Why ?

- I hear stories, rumors...

You are of course aware of the ritual.

Yes, I am.

What is it ? What is required ?

A Mermaid, Jack.

You made a mistake!

It's a life sentence, not death!

Life !

- Barbossa !

- Thank you gentlemen. I trust you can tie a noose.

It's a hard thing. Forcing a man to twist

his own hangin rope.

You must lie in the bed the way you made it.

- What's happened to you?

- Where be Jack Sparrow?

He escaped.

I'm on a tight schedule Gibbs. The HMS

Providence sets sail at first light.

If you didn't care to watch it hanging here

dead, with a mouth full of flies...

Speak now.

- Take me with you. Any point of the compass.

- Take you where, Gibbs?

The Fountain ? Aye ? Is that where Jack

be headed ?

Have ya anything you can offer me, Gibbs?

Anything at all ?

Upon my naked word, you'll not see the dawn.

Hand it over.

You fool !

I had just enough time

to study those infernal circles,

Every route. Every destination. All

safe. In here.

Welcome back to his majesties Navy

Master Gibbs.

- Show a leg, sailor!

- Aye, sir!

What?

- There's been a horrible mistake.

- Keep moving.

- I'm not supposed to be here.

- Many a mans woken up at sea...

...no idea what, when, wherefore or why.

No memory of the night before.

Once he signed up and drank away all

his bonus money.

No, no, no. You don't understand, mate. I'm

Captain Jack Sparrow. The original. The only.

I'm Scrum and the pleasure's all mine. Now

keep moving.

Scrum.

- Why is there a glass coffin ?

- Do I look like a man in charge ?

- Where am I?

- Excuse me, Captain Sparrow sir.

I'll be right honored to welcome you aboard a well

renowned vessel of infamy. Queen Anne's Revenge.

Blackbeard.

He's a curious one.

- He's been zombified.

- Eh?

Zombified. Blackbeards doing. All

the officers are the same.

Makes em more compliant.

And perpetually ill tempered.

- Come on, scrub.

- Yes.

Pull ! Pull!

- Five days underway, at least.

- Aye. You can tell that by the smell of the sea ?

Smell of the crew !

Oy. What does that poor sop do ? How

can I make sure to not ?

Him? Churchly fellow. Always goin on

about the lord almighty.

- Bible thumper on this ship?

- A missionaries his story.

What I heard was he got captured in a

raid. Rest of the ship got killed. But not him.

First mate wouldn't let it happen, on account

of his premier standing with the lord.

First mate, stickin her neck out,

for some prisoner.

- That, you don't see.

- Her ?

- First mate is a her ?

- Back to work !

Steady as she goes.

You are a ruthless, soulless, cross-grained

cur.

- I told you I had a ship.

- No, Blackbeard has a ship.

Upon which I am now imprisoned.

We can do this, Jack. The Fountain of Youth...

Like you always wanted.

Blackbeard. Edward Teach. The

pirate all pirates fear.

Resurrector of the dead in his spare time.

- He will listen to me.

- He listens to no one.

Maybe to his own daughter.

His daughter as in, begat by ?

Long lost, recently found...

...who loves her dear papa with all

her soul.

- He bought that ?

- I sold that !

Then this is the fountain of youth for him.

Or, I mean you.

- Not you and me.

- No, Jack, that's the best part.

- He will be dead.

- Ahh. You'll be handling that part yourself then ?

There is a prophecy. Maybe you don't

believe in the supernatural.

Oh no, no, no. I've seen a thing or two.

The prophecy is this: Blackbeard will meet

his death...

...within a fortnight. At the hands of

a one legged man.

That's why he needs the Fountain, Jack.

Ah, Master Gibbs, storer of the map. Perhaps

you'd be so kind as to provide us a heading.

- Dear Jim, pour me a gobbler.

- Hey. We be privateers, not pirates Master Gibbs.

- And in the kings name, we behave as such.

- Aye, Captain.

- Be we on the proper course, Gibbs?

- Aye, it be proper.

There's your proof.

A Spaniard.

All hands, battle stations.

Turn windward.

Move the cannons!

Gunners take balls.

Await orders.

Ready !

Guns armed, awaiting orders sir.

Sir, orders ? Sir ?

Never so much as turned his head.

The fountain is the prize.

It appears we be not even worth the time

it would take to sink us.

And now we've fallen behind. All hands

make more sail.

All hands more sail !

- Weigh hard me wind. We need a tide.

The topic gentlemen, is mutiny.

Mutiny most foul.

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