Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides Page #5

the chalices.

- Well then we'll chuckle back.

- There's no time.

- You're the one insisted on bringing the bloody mermaid.

- Well the mutiny didn't help.

- You walk like a girl.

- You would know.

Someone must go.

- You mean, split up ?

- You mean, jump?

This I cannot wait to see.

Sparrow will go.

- Find the ship. Retrieve the chalices.

- Sparrow? What makes you think he will come back ?

Yes, what makes you think he will come back ?

We cannot trust him, father. I'll go.

She'll go.

How much farther to the fountain ? I'm

running out of time.

About a days march north, following that

river, we'll get to a series of pools.

Then you're close.

You will go.

I was sure it would come to this.

You know that feeling you get sometimes

when you're standing in a high place?

Sudden urge to jump?

I don't have it.

- I need those chalices.

- Shoot.

Save me the bother of the fall.

You will go. You will return. Or I will

kill her.

- You won't kill your own daughter.

- Quarter master.

Get me six more pistols and remove

the shot from all but two.

But do not tell me which two.

You get to choose, Mr. Sparrow.

That one... that one... No...

Yes.

- You're sure?

- Of course I am.

Again.

Please. They're not even loaded.

Again.

If you're so keen on killing her, why

don't you just let her jump ?

What?

If you jump and die, then she will have

her chance.

Again?

Oy...If I jump...will I survive?

The doll ! Thank you.

(chanting incantation in foreign tongue)

(Jack screaming )

Yes, now you will survive.

This is nonsense ! I'm going !

Wet. Wet again.

We go on. Due north. To the fountain.

Well played, father.

You knew which guns were loaded, right ?

Of course, my love.

Be nice to have a map about now. Or

a ship.

Stop. Hold very still.

You dare not let it touch your skin.

What? What be wrong with an old man havin a hobby.

What are you stopping for, eh ? Push on !

- Push on.

- You'll sleep when you're dead. Push on !

Fortune continues to favor us.

The Santiago.

Famously captained by Ponce de Len.

Oh. There's no one there.

Right then.

We must not stop.

You will walk.

I cannot.

Walk or die.

- Put your arms around me.

- I do not ask for help.

But you need it.

We're in a hurry, yes ?

Do not fall behind.

Wait here until I say.

Such beauty...

Surely you're one of God's own creations.

And not a descendant of those dark creatures

who found no refuge on the ark.

Such beauty.

And yet deadly.

- Deadly ? No.

- You attacked me.

No. You are different.

- Different ?

- Are you not ?

You protect.

You pushed me down out of the way.

- You see the Fountain?

- No, but we are close.

- Bring the creature. Cover its head.

- She has a name!

Pray tell.

She's Syrena.

Ponce de Len.

If 40 pirates dreamt 40 nights of treasure.

It would not match the contents of this room.

You.

You.

- No. You!

- I was here first.

You, why are you here?

Blackbeard sent me. Why are you ?

Silver chalices for my royal liege.

Oh please.

Back, back. We have to balance it out.

The whole ship will slide.

Right then.

What if...we each choose an item of

approximately equal weight.

Put it back!

We touch, nothing.

- What about that?

- The chalices ?

- Oy. Why do you get to look first !

- Fine then.

- Together.

- Together.

Rocks.

- The Spanish.

- They're ahead of us, mate.

I shall have a look at that map. If

it's what I fear.

I wonder why they left this behind ?

- (whispers) don't touch the map!

- Oh !

They know the path. But I can also see

where they'll most likely make camp.

- Jack!

- Ssh !

Gibbs!

I was just on me way to break you

out of jail.

You stole my map.

- Right. Let's be started.

- Ole.

Mermaids.

Careful, these pools run deep.

If she escapes, all is lost.

Quarter master.

Look.

Look!

Staked out to die. Dry in the sun.

Only half in the water. Not

enough to live...

...but just enough to make the dying slow.

Think on it. Your people murdered.

Harvested for their tears.

Syrena. Won't you cry ?

All die, even you. Soon I hear.

Listen.

Listen! Can you not hear your sisters scream ?

Do you not hear them ? We need

but one tear.

- Vile creature.

- Chop off her fingers one by one!

- Choke her !

- Cut out her tears from behind the eyes !

Where's your voice in this ?

At least you'll have a change of heart,

when the sun rises.

Aye. She will burn. But I cannot wait

for the sun.

- Perhaps we should build a fire.

- No!

Do not contest me, cleric !

- You will not torture her !

- We need only one tear!

I will tear every scale from her body,

one by one if I see fit.

If that displeases you, go pray.

I was wrong. Not every soul can be

saved. Yours cannot.

Behold gentlemen. A man formerly of faith.

That vile creature, as you called her, is

worth a 100 of you.

Do you care for her ? You fancy her !

Do not deny what is clear to my eyes. The

question is...

Does she fancy you ?

My god, she does. We are in luck.

Bring forth a tear. Or witness the death

of this poor soul.

Syrena ! If you can manage a tear. I will

be grateful.

Sadness, yes. But no sorrow...yet !

- Not by your hand, father !

- Time and tide wait for none. Quarter master !

Oh my, mermaids are tough. The lot of them.

Tie her up like the others.

Get rid of this.

- You are confident ?

- Yes. I am a woman. So is she.

What's your play Jack ? Throwing in

with Barbossa !

There is a girl. A female...of

the opposite sex.

When is there not ?

Perhaps I should say, damsel.

You're rescuing a damsel ? Well there's a first !

Yes, but it's just that I may have caused said

damsel, some manner of harm many moons ago.

Out with it.

Gibbs, this is the woman from Seville.

Ah you pretended to love her, then you left

her and broke her heart.

Worse.

I may have had... briefly mind you...

Stirrings.

Stirrings ?

Stirrings !

- What then. Feelings you mean ?

- No, no, no. Not quite all the way, feelings, more like...

- Alright, feelings damn you.

- And you left her still.

Oh that's low.

Thank you.

Stealth over force. I'll take it from here

on account of your, condition.

You don't have termites, do you ?

I appreciate your concern, Jack, but I'll

be keeping you company all the same.

Hold here, lieutenant commander. Wait

for my signal.

There, that one. That be the leader.

Make note of his tent, because that's where...

The white picard. That must be them

right there.

Your sword, smells funny.

Aye. Poison. From the innards of

poisonous toads.

- Just a scratch, your a dead man, in minutes.

- Would you mind pointing it the other way.

I don't like toads.

- What're you doing?

- Planning an escape route.

Isn't that how ya do it ?

Yes.

Or sometimes I just, improvise.

Now what ?

We stroll out slow and steady.

- I'm sorry, Syrena.

- Philip, you're alive!

- Yes.

- You came for me.

Why?

You're different, are you not?

You know not of kindness, compassion.

Tears of sorrow, never. Mermaids be too

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