Beckett could be seen using a cane to stoke the fire in his fireplace. Will is escorted in by some soldiers.

Redcoat: Lord Beckett, the prisoner as ordered, sir.

Lord Beckett: Those won't be necessary.

Soldiers remove Will's shackles and leave. A map of the world, unfinished, drawn onto the wall itself, dominates the office.

Will: Do you intend to release Elizabeth as well?

Beckett: That is entirely up to you.

Will: Really? Then I'll just pop out and tell the guards to let her go.

Beckett: That is entirely dependent
on you. The East India Trading Company has need of your services.

Will: What is the East India Trading Company doing in the Caribbean?

Beckett indicates the map on the wall.

Beckett: It would not be in the best interests of the Empire to be bound by matters of geography, would it? After all, when goods do not cross borders,
armies will.

Will is not keen on Beckett's economic lesson.

Beckett: We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friends, Captain Sparrow and....Little Sparrow, as some like to refer to him as

Will: More acquaintances than friends. How do you know them?

Beckett: We've had dealings in the past. And we've each left our mark on the other...Sparrow I mean, his Son isn't involved with why I really need him.

He turns it so that Will can clearly see the cane's tip, which has a raised, reversed capital 'P' on the end.

Will: What mark did Jack leave on you?

Beckett: By your efforts, and some other acquaintances of yours, Jack Sparrow was set free and those other criminals left with him. I would like you to go to him and recover a certain property in his possession.

Will: Recover, at the point of a sword?

Beckett: Bargain. To mutual benefit and for fair value.

Beckett moves to a case and removes a set of papers, elaborate in design, signed by the King of England.

Beckett: Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the
employ of England.

He tosses them to Will as he moves to the doors leading out to the balcony.

Will: For some reason, I doubt Jack will consider employment to be the same as freedom.

Beckett:....Freedom.

Outside, an oversized town-square clock face is lifted out of a cargo
hold, onto the dock. Beckett watches from the balcony rail.

Beckett: Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank edges of the map filled in. Jack will have to find a place in the New World, or perish. Especially since he has his young boy with him

He turns and focuses on Will.

Beckett: Not unlike you. You and your fiancee face the hangman's noose. Certainly that's motivation enough for you to convince Captain Sparrow to accept our offer. And for you to accept, as well. Mr. Turner?

He extends his hand, and Will reaches out to shake it.

Will: You'll get both Jack....and the
Black Pearl.

Beckett: The Black Pearl?

Will: The property you want that he
possesses.

Beckett: We have plenty of ships. The Black Pearl is of no interest to us. No,
Mr Turner, the item in question is
considerably smaller and far more
valuable, something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times, a compass.

Will shows a face of reaction, which Beckett notices.

Beckett: Ah, you know it. Bring back the compass...or there is no deal.
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[Port Royal - Jail]

Elizabeth could be seen behind bars in the Port Royal Jail, then Will enters and pushes past the Guard at the door.

Guard: Here, now! You can't be here!

The guards didn't expect Governor Swann to follow Will through the door.

Swann: I believe he can.

Guard: Mister Swann!

Swann: Governor Swann, still. I'm not wearing this wig to keep my head warm, you know. Carruthers, isn't it? Enjoy your job, Mr Carruthers?

Guard: Yes, sir. Particularly when the folks come to visit the prisoners.

Swann: Very good.

Swann smiles, then inclines his head toward the door. The Guard gets the hint and exits. Will finds Elizabeth and speaks to her through the bars.

Elizabeth: Jack's compass? Why would Beckett want that?

Will is outside the cell, with a Guard in the background. Swann stands discretely back, but listens in on the conversation.

Will: Does it matter? I'm to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal. In exchange, the charges against us will be dropped.

Swann: Well, that's it, then. We must find our own avenue to secure your freedom.

Will: Is that a lack of faith in Jack, or
in me?

Swann: That you would put your life at risk to save Sparrow's does not mean he would do the same for anyone else....well perhaps his Son, but that's it.....where is that silly dog with the keys?

Elizabeth: I have faith in you...both of you. It's Cutler Beckett that can't be
trusted.

Will: If I hadn't set Jack and Blue free

Elizabeth: Don't say that, you were right.

Will: I never expected you would bear the consequences.

Elizabeth: I share the consequences, gladly. How are you going to find him?

Her certainty is infectious. He intertwines her fingers with his, around the bars.

Will: Tortuga. I'll start there, and not
stop searching until I do...and
then I will come back here, and marry you.

Elizabeth steps as close to Will as the bars allow.

Elizabeth: Properly?

Her flirtatiousness is infectious, too.

Will: Eagerly. If you'll still have me.

Elizabeth:....I-If it weren't for these bars, I would have you already.

(GOD DAMN! Also, was that a....stutter?)

Swann clears his throat, they're a bit self-conscious, but not all that embarrassed. Will kisses her on her fingers.

Elizabeth: I'll wait for you.

Will: Not much choice, is there? Keep a weather eye on the horizon.

Elizabeth: Give my greetings to Blue, would you?

Will: Of course

He exits the area and Elizabeth watches him go. Swann watches her, concerned. On a dock a sunburned leather skinned sailor speaks to Will who was going around asking about Jack.

Sailor: Jack Sparrow? Captain Jack Sparrow? Owes me four doubloons, heard he was dead.
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[In A Cantina]

Bartender: Ran an off with a creole woman to Madagascar, half his age and twice his height!
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On a ship, an officer standing watch says;

Officer: Tried, found guilty and ready to hang....but then he fought off a
hundred soldiers at Port Royal and
escaped with his Boy, God's honest truth, by grabbing two parrots and flying off a cliff. My cousin was there!
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On a beach, a half-blind fisherman ties a lure.

Fisherman: Singapore is what I heard. Drunk, more'n likely. Drunk, with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow will turn up in Singapore.

In Tortuga, Scarlett was approached next.

Scarlett: I haven’t seen him or his Boy in a month. When you find him, give him a message

She slaps Will as his head is struck sideways.

Scarlett: I had a message for Blue, but I don't think I should pass it on to you.

Will: Umm...okay

In the Shallows, a Shrimper talks as he casts out his nets.

Shrimper: Can't say 'bout Jack Sparrow. But there’s an island just south of the straits where I trade spice for mmmm, delicious long pork. Can't say for Jack, but you'll find a ship there....a ship with black sails.
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On the Caribbean Sea, the Shrimper nods as they come around the point, The Black Pearl is careened onto the sand. Jack has been scared completely out of the water.

Shrimper: My brother, he will row you to shore.

On the rowboat, the Brother is a bug-eyed man with a perpetual scared look on his face. He stops the boat, still in shallow water.

Will: What's wrong? The beach is right there.

The Brother says very quickly in French: "End of the trip. No, end of trip. Trip end. Goodbye!".

He pulls on one oar, turning the boat around. Will has no choice, he jumps out and swims towards the island.
Will, soaking wet, walks over the sand toward the ship, he reaches the remains of a campfire and calls out a few names.

Will: Jack! Jack Sparrow! Blue! Mister Gibbs! Anyone...

The ship is silent, deserted. Will studies it, it doesn't seem to be anything wrong. Will decides to move towards the dense jungle where he hears a flutter of wings.

It was Cotton's Parrot, landing on a
tree limb, it tilts its head.

Will: Good to see a familiar face.

Cotton's Parrot: Don't eat me!

(If you know, then that's just dark)

Will: I'm not going to eat you.

Cotton's Parrot: Don't eat me!

Will studies the jungle, looking for a path.

Will: I'm not even hungry

Cotton's Parrot: DON'T EAT ME!

Will: Look, you're nothing but feathers and bones and you probably taste like pigeon.

The Parrot goes silent, hurt from that dickhead below.

Will: Sorry. That was uncalled for. Listen, if anyone should ask, tell
them Will Turner, against his better
judgment went into the jungle in
search of Jack Sparrow. Understand?
I'm talking to a parrot.

Cotton's Parrot: Aye Aye, sir!

Will does a double-take, he grins and pulls his sword our before stepping forward, hacking his way in.

Back at Port Royal's Jail, just as it was night, Elizabeth closes her eyes while moonlight peered through the bars lighting her face.

A sound of the key in the lock is heard, and the door swings open, revealing Carruthers. He steps aside, and Governor Swann is there.

Swann: Come quickly!

Elizabeth hurries out, and Swann gives Carruthers a nod, before following. Swann hurries Elizabeth along, furtive and protective, to a
carriage.

Elizabeth: What's happening?

Swann: Our name still holds some sway with the King. I've arranged passage for you back to England. The captain is an old friend-!

Elizabeth: No, Will has gone-!

Swann: We cannot count on William Turner.

Elizabeth: He is a better man than you give him credit.

Swann: Please, this is no time for
innocence.

Governor Swann draws a pistol, intending to give it to his Daughter.

Swann: Beckett has offered only one pardon, One. And it has been promised to Sparrow. Even if Will succeeds...do not ask me to endure the sight of losing my daughter walking to the gallows. Do not!

(Goated Dad Alert)

He pushes the pistol into her hands, then pushes her into the carriage.

Elizabeth: Yet you ask me to leave without you.

Swann: I must stay, there are still men
loyal to me here, and Beckett is wary of my ties to the Crown. Perhaps....I can ensure Will a fair trial, if he returns.

Elizabeth: This is no time for innocence. A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging.

Swann cannot deny the truth of this.

Swann: Then there is nothing for you here.

He closes the door on her, then he turns away, unable to watch as the
carriage moves off. At Port Royal,
Swann slows the horses to a stop. In the shadows stand two figures, apparently in huddled discussion.

One wears the hat of a ship's captain.

Swann: Stay inside.

He leaps down and hurries toward the figures.

Swann: Captain Hawkins!

It becomes apparent that the non captain figure, Mercer, was holding the Captain upright when he releases his grip, and the Captain's body topples backwards.

Swann stares in horror at the Captain's blood stained tunic. Mercer cleans his knife on his handkerchief.

Mercer: Evening, Governor. Shame, that.

He displays a letter, folded, sealed, and slightly bloody.

Mercer: He had this on his person. A letter to the King.....addressed from you.

He shakes his head in mockingly sad way.

Swann bolts for the carriage.

Swann: Elizabeth!

Even as he goes after Swann, Mercer whistles and company troops appear, swarming the scene and catching Swann just as he reaches for the carriage door.

Mercer yanks the door open instead, but it was empty. Elizabeth is gone.

Mercer: Where is she?

Swann: Who?

Mercer puts a hand around Swann's throat and slams him hard back against the carriage, but his voice remains calm.

Mercer: Elizabeth

Swann: She was always a willful child

Manacles clang shut on Swann's wrists, after one last glance inside the carriage, he's led away. Beckett enters the office, reading a letter, he lights a lamp but notices that the case with the Letters of Marque is empty.

Without looking around, he speaks to the one with him.

Beckett: No doubt, you've discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm, as your Father believes.

Elizabeth steps out of the shadows.

Elizabeth: Then what is?

Beckett: Currency is the currency of the realm.

Elizabeth: I expect, then, we can reach an understanding. I am here to
negotiate.

Beckett: I am listening

Elizabeth reveals the pistol aimed at Beckett.

Beckett: I am listening intently.

Elizabeth: You haven't raised an alarm.

Beckett: This does not seem to be a situation I cannot handle.

Elizabeth lays out the Letters of Marque on the desk.

Elizabeth: These Letters of Marque. They are signed by the King, but blank.

Beckett: And not valid until they bear my signature and seal.

Elizabeth: Or else I wouldn't still be here.

Beckett: And what do you think you have to offer me, young lady?

Elizabeth: Information. You sent Will to get you the Compass owned by Jack Sparrow. It will do you no good.

Beckett: Do explain.

She lowers the pistol.

Elizabeth: I have been to Isle de Muerta. I have seen the treasure myself. There is something you need to know.

Beckett: Ah. I see. You think the Compass points only to Isle de Muerta. And so you hope to save me from an evil fate. I am afraid you are mistaken, Miss Swann. I care not for cursed Aztec Gold. My desires are not so provincial.

Beckett moves to the huge world map on the wall, it was incomplete as only
parts of South America, Africa, Australia were sketched.

Beckett: There is more than one chest of value in these waters. So perhaps you wish to enhance your offer.

The pistol cocks, Elizabeth isn't kidding around here.

Elizabeth: Consider into your calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night.

She gestures to the letters. Beckett moves to the desk as he signs and affixes his seals.

Beckett: So I did. A marriage interrupted, or Fate intervenes? You are making great effort to ensure Sparrow's freedom.

He extends the letters, and she reaches for them.

Elizabeth: These are not going to Jack.
He does not release his hold of them.

Beckett: Really? To ensure Mr Turner's freedom, then. But what of you and Jack? And what of me? I'll still want the compass. Consider that in your calculations.

With that, he releases the letters and Elizabeth steps away from him, considering as he suggested, then turns.

Elizabeth moves along the balcony, past a sleeping guard. She disappears like a ghost among shadows. Beckett emerges and lights a cigarette while looking out at the Caribbean night, thoughtful.

The warm waters, gentle wind, stars burning in the clear dark sky. He regards the cigarette, smiles, then kicks the Guard, who falls off his stool.

The Edinburgh Trader, a merchant ship that was underway, leaving Port Royal. A sailor swabs the deck and comes upon Elizabeth’s discarded wedding dress. He picks it up and was bamboozled.

On deck, Captain Bellamy pushes through a group of shouting sailors. At the center of the confrontation are the Quartermaster and burser, involved in a tug of war over the dress.

Bellamy: If both of you fancy the dress, you'll just have to share, and wear it one after the other.

Burser: It's not like that, sir. The ship is haunted!

Bellamy: Is it now?

Quartermaster: Aye, there's a female presence here with us, sir, everyone feels it.

Sailor: Ghost of a lady widowed before her marriage, I figure it, searching for her husband lost at sea

Cook: A virgin too, likely as not, and
that bodes ill by all accounts

(Wat de Fook?)

Burser: We need to throw it overboard, and hope the spirit follows, or this ship will taste the icy waters in a fortnight, mark my words!

The Quartermaster tugs back on the dress. A sailor, unnoticed, brushes shellac onto a rail, painting closest to the argument, listening in.

Quartermaster: Heave it overboard and anger the spirit? No!

Bellamy: Enough! [Takes Dress] Men, this appears to me nothing more as we have a stowaway on board. A woman, young woman, by the looks
of it.

Bellamy strokes the dress, appreciating its worth.

Bellamy: To your duties, then. And if there is a stowaway, and 'tis a woman, I don't see as a naked one's likely to
escape notice, aye?

Bellamy lets the crew consider that.

Bellamy: Shake a leg!

The men scatter, searching with enthusiasm. The sailor painting the rail turns to reveal that it was Elizabeth, dressed in men's clothes. She drops the paint brush into a bucket, and joins the search.

[Cannibal Island]

A giant palm leaf is slashed, Will pushes through and comes to a sudden stop. He has spotted something in his path.

Gibbs' flask.

Will: Gibbs...

Will crouches and picks it up, he sees a hidden snare of twisted vines. He brushes away leaves and finds the trip wire string attached to the flask.

He smiles and pockets the flask, following the string toward a tree. Up the tree, eyes appear right in front of him, it was a cannibal that was perfectly camouflaged.

He grins at Will, reaches out and yanks the trip wire. The snare explodes upwards, yanking Will off his feet. He dangles upside down while cannibals attack, spears raised.

They were Ruthless and savage, they had filed teeth, and their bodies were painted and pierced. They wear remnants of their previous victims with as hats, vests, necklaces, belts.

Will parries a spear thrust and pushes off a tree trunk. He attacks and parries another spear.

Will: Come on! Who's next? I can do this all day!

(Bro is Captain America)

A Cannibal warrior regards Will. He raises a blowgun, and puffs into it.

Will: I'm ready! Come on! I'm right here-!

A dart slaps into Will's neck, and Will goes limp. He is cut down, lifted and carried off into the jungle.

At the cannibal village, which was located in a lush green mountain. Will, bound and tied, is dragged
through the village. There were huts made of sticks, everything else made of bones.

A Cannibal Boy emerges from a hut to watch, as Will is carried to the Cannibal Chief. A crowd of Cannibals part....And there on the skeleton throne sits Captain Jack Sparrow.

Will can't believe his eyes, then grins.

Will: Jack Sparrow. I can honestly say I am glad to see you.

He moves forward, but the cannibals stop him. Will looks to Jack, receiving a blank look in return, as if Jack has never seen Will before in his life. The Cannibals display Will proudly, while Jack shakes his head.

He speaks in a language Will doesn't understand, it was mostly grunts, clicks and teeth chomping.

Will: Jack? Jack, it's me, Will Turner.
Tell them to let me go.

Jack examines Will, pinches his arm and inspects him. He points to Will's groin, shakes his head and makes a 'snip' gesture.

The Cannibals look disappointed.

Will: Jack. Listen....the Compass. That's all I need. Jack, Elizabeth is in danger. We were arrested, for helping you. She faces the gallows!

One of the Cannibals indicates Will's leg and rubs his tummy, the meaning is clear: This is good eating. The Warrior Cannibal nods and makes a throat-slitting gesture. Jack shrugs, nods and says something and the Cannibals laugh.

He makes a sweeping gesture to take him away, the Cannibals cheer, and grab Will.

Will: What did you tell them? No!

Jack doesn't answer as they drag Will past, he whispers out of the corner of his mouth two words.

Jack: Save me
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Hooooo Boi.

Houdini.