(to the crew) Come about and strike the sails! Unlash the boats! Gunnery crew. (to a sailor) Rouse the Captain, immediately. If there is even the slightest chance one of those poor devils is still alive, we cannot abandon them! (off Swann's look) Everyone's thinking it! I'm just saying it! Pirates! NORRINGTON An explosion in the powder magazine. What is left of the ship's hull BURNS, a ragged British flag hanging limply from the stern. NORRINGTON (CONT'D) He's still breathing. Norrington and Swann haul him aboard, and lay him on the deck. Sailors use a boathook to snag the boy when he passes. NORRINGTON Fetch a hook - haul him out of there! There is nothing to show where he came from, or how he came to be there.ĮLIZABETH (CONT'D) Look! A boy! There's a boy in the water! A young boy, WILL TURNER, floating on his back in the otherwise empty water. but suddenly, a FIGURE comes into view. The fog still hems in the ship very little of the sea is visible. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we comport ourselves as befits our class and station?Ĭhastised, she turns away, to look out over the bow rail.ĮLIZABETH (CONT'D) (to herself) I still think it would be exciting to meet a pirate. Elizabeth, we will be landing in Port Royal soon, and beginning our new lives. I appreciate your fervor, but I am concerned about the effect this subject will have on my daughter.ĮLIZABETH Actually, I find it all fascinating. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag, or wears a pirate brand, gets what he deserves: a short drop and a sudden stop.Įlizabeth doesn't know what a 'short drop and a sudden stop' means. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. He returns to his deck-swabbing duties, surreptitiously takes a quick swig from a flask.ĮLIZABETH I think it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate.
(as he moves off) Bad luck to have a woman on board, too. Bad luck to sing about pirates, with us mired in this unnatural fog - mark my words. Standing beside him is GOVERNOR WEATHERBY SWANN, a man of obvious high station, brass buttons on his thick blue jacket. NORRINGTON, a dashing young man, Royal Navy to the core, glares sternly at Gibbs. GIBBS (sotto) Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail these waters.
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JOSHAMEE GIBBS, who was born old, skin a dark leather, clutches her shoulder, startling her. Formidable, frightening, twenty-five gun ports on the side, and rail guns to boot.ĮLIZABETH SWANN, strawberry blonde hair, stands at the bow rail, gazing at the sea, still singing -ĮLIZABETH. Suddenly a massive SHIP emerges from the grey, the Winged Victory maidenhead looming. Yo, ho, yo, ho, it's a pirate's life for me. YOUNG ELIZABETH (O.S.) Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me. From somewhere comes the FAINT SOUND of a LITTLE GIRL'S VOICE, singing, slow tempo, almost under her breath: Пираты Карибского моря/ Pirates of the CarribbeanĪ gray, impenetrable wall of fog.
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