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Port Royal could be seen, while not the best weather was present. Sky black with clouds, rain sheets down, palm trees bend sideways. Chairs are scattered, disorderly.

An altar has been set up, preparations for a wedding. A parasol blows past.

Elizabeth Swann, in a drenched wedding dress, slumps down onto the grass, on her face, tears mixing with the rain. Royal Navy ships are anchored in a line across the bay, including the H.M.S. Endeavor.

At the shore, a white-suited man by the name of Lord Cutlet Beckett, sits astride a horse, on a longboat coming to shore. At his side is his clerk, Mercer.

In the Chapel, the rain hammers down as the wind blows. Elizabeth is seemingly oblivious to it. In the town, Longboats reach the docks, soldiers disembark before they march through the streets.

Soldiers batter down the door of the Blacksmith's shop and rush inside. Back at the Chapel, Beckett strides out onto the grounds. Behind him, the Company soldiers come in in a two-line formation.

Will Turner, in manacles and chains, half-walks, and so is half shoved forward. Elizabeth sees him and runs past Beckett and into the chapel. A soldier tries to stop her, but she pushes his arm away with a glare before she embraces Will.

Elizabeth: Will! Why is this happening?

Will: I don't know....you look beautiful.

Elizabeth smiles at the incongruity of the statement to the situation, and her own first thought.

Elizabeth: It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.

Swann pushes his way through the crowd and soldiers. A quick, shocked appraisal of the scene, addresses the soldier who seems to be in charge.

Mr Swann: Make way! Let me through! How dare you! Stand your men down at once. Do you hear me?

Beckett: Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long.

Mr Swann: Cutler Beckett?

Beckett: It's Lord now, actually.

Mr Swann: Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man.

Beckett: In fact, I do. Mr. Mercer? The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner.

Swann: [Looks At The Warrant] This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann.

Beckett: Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake. Arrest her.

Soldiers grab Elizabeth, and whatever struggles she and Will can put up is easily overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Elizabeth: On what charges?

Will: No!

Beckett: Aha. Here's the one for William Turner. And I have another one for a Mr James Norrington. Is he present?

Elizabeth: What are the charges?

Swann: Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago.

Beckett: That wasn't the answer to the question I asked.

Will: Lord Beckett. In the category of questions not answered...

Elizabeth: We are under the jurisdiction of the king's governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what we are charged with.

Swann: The charge is conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and Empire and condemned to death, for which the...

Beckett: For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death. Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.

Will/Elizabeth: Captain.

Beckett: Captain Jack Sparrow, yes. I thought you might....and you must know of his Son, Blue Sparrow.

A jerk of his head, and Will and Elizabeth are taken away. Elizabeth glances back at Swann, Swann hates it, but gives her a slight nod to go along with it for now.
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Elsewhere, on the dark seas on the Black Pearl, Gibbs is singing to himself.

Gibbs: Fifteen men on a dead man's chest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of grog. Drink and the devil had done for the rest, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of grog

Far from the shoreline, a couple of men started throwing out caskets into the open sea. A crow starts pecking on one of them until it was shot, Jack Sparrow, arose from the casket. Looking to see no other way to row, he's left with one option.

Jack: Sorry mate

Jack reaches down and tugs hard, pulls, tugs until a snap was heard. He holds a skeleton leg, pulled out at the hip.

Jack: Mind if we make a little side trip? I didn't think so.

Using this makeshift oar, Jack turns the coffin and rows toward the Pearl. Marty and Leech, who were wild eyed and a bit frightened, help Jack over the rail while Cotton and Cotton's Parrot look on.

Gibbs: Not quite according to plan.

Jack: Complications arose, ensued, were overcome.

Gibbs: You got what you went in for, then?

Jack: Mm-hm

Blue: Do we call this another history defining win for Jack Sparrow?

Jack: Depends, what do you think?

Blue: Eh, could be better

Jack rolls his eyes before he spots the crew wanting something. He waggles a folded strip of cloth victoriously, but moves away quickly. Gibbs peers at the cloth, and hurries after Jack, with Blue walking close by.

Gibbs: Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something a bit more...shiny.

Jack almost walks into Leech, who stands in his path, arms folded. The rest of the crew drift over, surrounding Jack, not threatening, but not friendly, either.

Gibbs: With the Isla de Muerta going pear-shaped, reclaimed by the sea with the treasure.

Leech: And the Royal Navy chasing us around the Atlantic.

Marty: And the hurricane.

Pirates: Aye.

Gibbs: All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating.

Jack: Shiny.

Gibbs: Aye, shiny.

Jack: Is that how you're all feeling? That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?

Cotton's Pirate: Walk the plank.

Both Jack and Blue take out their firearms and aim at the parrot.

Jack: What did the bird say?

Blue: It should be executed for treason!

Leech: Do not blame the bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth there.

Jack sneaks a peek at what's on the cloth, considers his response, and was about to start until Jack the Monkey appears, skeletal in the moonlight. He swings out of the rigging and screeched at Jack.

Jack screams back and watches Monkey Jack grab the cloth, runs. Jack fires his pistol at it, it was empty so Blue throws him his Firearm. Jack catches it and fires at the monkey, blowing it back.

It drops the cloth, looks down then backs up as it had no effect. It then chatters scoldingly, so Jack just hands the gun back to his Son.

Gibbs: You know that won't do no good.

Jack: It does to me. We'll get it next time, Son

Blue: Can we keep the monkey?

Jack: No

Blue: Aww :(

Marty grabs the cloth before it blows away, the crew examines it as Marty turns it, revealing that it is a rough drawing of a key.

Marty: It's a key.

Jack: No, much more better. It is a drawing of a key....Gentlemen, what do keys do?

Jack waits as the crew is not as impressed, whihc Jack seems to not
expect. Jack can't believe they aren't more excited....well his Son does, so he assumes he knows.

Leech: Keys...unlock things?

Blue: No, you use them to kill people!

Everyone: 0_0

Blue:.....But yes, to unlock things as well.

Gibbs:.....And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks.

Jack: No, if we don't have the key, we can't open whatever we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?

Gibbs: So we're going after this key.

Jack: You're not making any sense at all. Any more questions?

The crew considers this....still considers...then shrug, nod as they assume that it makes sense, so they go with it.

Marty: So....do we have a heading?

Jack: Aye, A heading.

Jack looks at his compass, then turns away to flip open the Compass. He starts to study it, and then shake it, next he angles it. Then he shoots an arm out the opposite way.

Jack: Set sail in a...general...that-way direction.

Gibbs: Captain?

Jack: Come on, snap to and make sail. You know how this works. Go on. Oi, oi, oi!

He strides toward his cabin. The crew turns to their tasks, but not happily...unlike Blue who just didn't care. He would follow his Father, but knew that he needed time to think so he just helped out Gibbs with whatever.

Blue: I wonder how Anamaria is doing? She decided to go on a different path, but said she would see me again

Marty: Have you noticed lately the captain seems to be acting a bit strange...er?

Gibbs: Setting sail without knowing his own heading. Something's got Jack vexed, and mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all.

Blue: Especially me -_-
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[CAPTAIN'S CABIN]

Jack Sparrowe, with the 'P' brand visible on his wrist, holds the Compass....he doesn't like what he sees. He closes the lid, shakes it...sneaks the lid open, but it was still not to his liking.

He's been trying to chart a course with a divider and a triangle
protractor. Several attempts were all scratched out. He reaches
for a bottle of rum....but it's empty.

Jack: Why is the rum always gone?

He stands up and staggers a bit.

Jack: Right, that's why.

He makes his way carefully to the door, once he was on the Black Pearl's Deck, he could see that it was night.
Miles of empty ocean all around, neither ship nor shore in
sight.

Jack makes his way toward a hatch.

Leech: Heading, Captain?

Jack: Steady as she goes....

In the sleeping hold, hammocks are strung up, sailors were sleeping. Cotton's foot is jammed into Marty's face.

The chickens were making noise, so Jack pulls his pistol....the chickens go silent.

Jack: That's what I thought.

Jack moves on to the Rum Locker, he checks the racks which were nearly empty. He ends up finding a bottle and tugs it out, but he finds it difficult, because it is oddly crusted with
barnacles.

The bottle feels wrong, so Jack uncorks it, peers inside and turns
it over as Sand spills out onto the floor.

???: Time's run out, Jack.

Jack turns slowly and spots a figure in the shadows. The man is pale,
with bleached out skin; starfish and barnacles seem to be part of his face and neck.....this is Bootstrap Bill.

Jack: Bootstrap? Bill Turner?

Bill: Jack Sparrow, you look good.

Bootstrap steps out of the shadows. Jack wishes he could say the same, he tries a few times, but can't.

Jack: Is this a dream?

Bill: No.

Jack: Thought not, if it were, there'd
be rum.

Bootstrap grins and raises an arm, offering Jack a bottle of rum. Jack smiles, it costs a bit of effort to pull it loose, since Bootstrap's hand is also encrusted with barnacles. Jack sniffs it and wipes the mouth of the bottle.

Bill: You got the Pearl back, and I see that you have a boy of your own.

Jack: Yes, I had some help retrieving the Pearl, my Son has been with me...and I also recieved help from your boy as well

Bill: William? He ended up a pirate, after all.

Jack: Given a liberal definition of the
word 'pirate.' He's got an unhealthy
streak of honest to him.

Bill: That's something, then. Though no credit to me.

Jack: And to what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?

Bill: Davy Jones. He sent me as an
emissary.

Jack nods his head, he's been expecting this.

Jack: Ah, it's you, then. He shanghaied
you into service, then.

Bill: I chose it....I'm sorry for the part I played in mutiny'ng against you, Jack.

Jack just waves it off, he didn't care as that was in the past, so Bootstrap continues.

Bill: Everything went wrong after that. I ended up cursed, doomed to the depths of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me, unable to move....unable to die. All I
could do was think...and mostly I
thought, even the tiniest hope of
escaping this fate, I would take
it...trade anything for it.

Jack: That is the kind of thinking bound to catch his attention.

Bill: It did. Davy Jones came, made the
offer. I could spend one hundred years before the mast, with the hope that after, I would go on to a peaceful rest.

Jack: Funny what a man'll do to forestall his final judgment.

Bill: You made a deal with him, too, Jack. He raised the Pearl from the depths for you, and thirteen years you've been her Captain.

Jack: Technically-

Bill: You won't be able to talk your way out of this.

A crab crawls out of Bootstrap, who crushes and eats it.

Bill: The terms what applied to me apply to you, as well. One soul, bound to crew a lifetime upon his ship.

Jack: The Flying Dutchman already has a captain, so there's no need for me.

Bootstrap sighs and nods, it was the answer that he expected.

Bill: Then it's the Locker for you. Jones' leviathan will find you and drag the Pearl back to the depths, and
you along with it.

Jack: Any idea on when Jones will release said terrible beastie?

Bill: I told you, Jack, your time is up.

He raises an arm and indicates at Jack's hand. Jack backs away, but on his hand was a Black Spot. Jack stares at it.

Bill: It's not a matter of how long 'til
it comes after you. It's a matter
of how long 'til you're found.

Jack looks up from the spot, Bootstrap is gone, only the bottle of rum, lying on its side. Jack yelps, and runs off spooked, he races through the Black Pearl, shouting for the crew to get up and act.

Jack: On deck! All hands! Lift the skin up, make fast the bundt gasket! Keep your loof! Have care of the lee hatch! Scurry! Movement, I want movement!

Blue: Who in the what?

The crew scrambles to obey while Jack appears on deck. Then he wraps a rag around his hand, covering the Black Spot.

Jack: Haul those sheets! Haul 'em! Run, mates, run, as if the devil himself and itself is on us!

Blue and Gibbs search for Jack, they find him hiding behind the mast.

Blue: F-Father?

Gibbe: Do we have a heading?

Jack: Land!

Gibbs: What port?

Jack: I didn't say port, I said land! Any
land!

Jack the Skeletal Monkey chooses that moment to drop onto Jack's shoulder and scream. The Monkey does a spinning leg kick aimed at Jack's hat, and the hat flies off, and tumbles overboard. The Monkey leaps into the rigging and laughs.

Blue: Monkey no!

Gibbs: Jack's hat! Bring the ship about!

Jack: No! Leave it.

Gibbs turns his head around slowly, he can't believe what he's heard, neither can Blue. The Monkey and the rest of the Crew can't believe it, either.

Everyone:

Gibbs: [To The Crew] Mind your stations, the lot of you!

The Crew gets back to work while Blue and Gibbs walked over to Jack, who has moved to look out over the water.

Gibbs: Jack

Jack: Sh!

Gibbs: For the love of mother and child, Jack, what's coming after us?

Jack is clearly terrified, and that's understandable since he knows what's coming after them....the worst thing he can imagine. But what he says is....

Jack: Nothing.

He gives Gibbs a little "shoo, back to work" gesture. Gibbs stares at Jack as Jack stares out at the water.

Blue: Father....what's wrong?

Jack: Bad times Son, bad times

Blue:.....We'll be fine right?

Jack: Of course we will, we just got to....what do you say again?

Blue: Trust The Process?

Jack: Yes! Trust The Process! I love those words! Too bad you trademarked it, otherwise that would be my phrase

Blue: You have too many phrases!

On the Water, Jack's hat floats, turning slowly. The water gradually brightens as the daylight comes. A boat hull passes, and a boat hook appears, snagging Jack's hat out of the water.

On deck, a short Turkish sailor wrings out the hat, pleased with himself. He tries it on and shows it off to another Turkish sailor. He likes it too, and grabs it, but the smaller Turk protests, so he is smacked on the head.

On the water, away from the boat, there is an odd, huge hump in the seaweed. It hurries towards the boat, on deck, a deep crunch sound could be heard from below. The vessel and the smaller Turk staggers, he scowls, then another crunch is heard.

The Big Turk looks contrite, he doesn't want the hat any more so he shoves it back, but Little Turk who doesn’t want it either. Another crunch noise is heard, and the sound of splintering wood follows up

The sailors shove the hat back and forth when suddenly and unexpectedly...the entire boat is pulled straight down under the water, sending a huge geyser rising upward.

Water rains down, splinters rain down, pieces of ropes and bits of canvas rain down, onto the churning surface...and the fishing boat.....is gone.
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Got bored and said you man can have this, like it so far?

I hope you do.

As of now, I'm still writing some Chapters, with the next three already being made.

So expect the next Chapter later this week.