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

Will frowns as Jack is the Chief, "what's going on?" was Will's thoughts. But there is real desperation in Jack's eyes. Will is pulled away to a chasm with two cages, made of bones and filled with pirates.

It hang suspended from a rope across a deep gorge. Leech, in one cage, hollers across to the other.

Leech: Gibbs! We've got a plan!

Blue: Oh here we go again...

Gibbs, dehydrated and banged up, hollers back.

Gibbs: What is it?

Leech: Never mind!

Blue: For God's Sake -_-

Gibbs: [Sighs] Ah, Will, you shouldn't have come.

Will holds out Gibbs' flask, and the older man changed his mind and thought that maybe its good he came.
Will is in the cage with Gibbs, Blue, Cotton, Marty, and other crew members.

The other cage holds Leech and the rest of the crew.

Will: Why would he do this to you? If Jack is the Chief-!

Gibbs tries to drink, but his flask is empty.

Gibbs: Aye, the Pelegostos made Jack their Chief, but he stays Chief for only
so long as he acts like a Chief...which means he cannot do anything they think a Chief ought not to do.

Blue: Blasphemy, if you ask me

Will: He's a captive, then, as much as
any of us.

Gibbs: Worse, as it turns out.

Blue: Much worse

Gibbs: The Pelegostos believe that Jack is a God, trapped in human form, they intend to do Jack the honor of
releasing him from his fleshy prison.

Will frowns, so Cotton helps by mimicking eating with a knife.

Gibbs: They'll roast and eat him. It's a
deeply held religious belief. Or, we
figure, maybe they just get awful
hungry.

Will: Where's the rest of the crew?

Gibbs: These cages we're in? Wasn't built 'til after we got here.

Will looks, the cage is made of bones and he pulls his hand away. Blue sighs and mentions how it is what it is while Gibbs glances into the sky.

Gibbs: The feast starts when the sun sets. Jack’s life will end....when the drums stop...

The sun drops toward the horizon, and both Pintel and Ragetti are silhouetted against the sun, dressed in colored pirate garb reminiscent of jail clothes, rowing a very small rowboat. Ragetti has a book open in front of him.

Ragetti: And I say it was Divine Providence what escaped us from jail.

Pintel: And I say it was me being clever.

Suddenly the Prison Dog pops up in the bow of the boat, ring of keys in his mouth, wagging its tail.

Pintel: Ain't that right, poochie

Ragetti: How do you know it wasn't Divine Providence what inspired you to be clever? Anyways I ain't stealing no ship.

Pintel: It ain't stealing, it's salvaging, and since when did you care?

Ragetti: Now that we're not immortal no more, we need to take care of our immortal souls.

Pintel: You know you can't read.

Ragetti: It's the Bible, you get credit for trying.

Pintel: Pretending to read the Bible is a lie, and that's a mark against-! Look! There it is.

Ragetti twists to see the Black Pearl, careened onto shore. Suddenly, the Prison dog leaps out of the boat and starts to swim.

Ragetti: What's got into him?

Pintel: Must have spotted a catfish.

The two pirates grin at each other when suddenly a wave hits. Their boat is completely trounced, tumbling to shore.

Pintel and Ragetti crawl out of the water as the Prison Dog shakes to get dry. Pintel and Ragetti stare at the ship.

Pintel: It's ours for the taking.

Ragetti: Tide's coming in, that'll help. Salvaging's saving it, in a manner of speaking...

Pintel: Aye, there's the truth of it...

Suddenly, the sound of drums can be heard.

Ragetti: And I suppose we'd best save it as soon as we can what with our souls in such a vulnerable state and all!

Pintel: Amen to that!

The Beat of the Drums builds and quickens, as the feast ceremony approaches. Jack chats nervously to his cannibal guards.

Jack: I notice women here, but very few children, why is that? Are the little ones the most tasty?

No answer comes forth, so Jack eyes an empty spit.

Jack: Not big enough!

Heads turn as Jack strides toward the empty spit, he points the wood pile beneath it.

Jack: Not big enough! [In Cannibalese] I am the Chief! More wood! I need more wood! Big fire! MORE WOOD!

The Guards drop their spears and hurry away to find more wood. Jack watches and then dashes off in the opposite direction.

Jack crosses a bridge and races past some huts, he comes to a precipice, turns and starts rummaging near the huts.

Jack: Rope. Rope. Long rope. Or a chain. No. Preferably rope.

Jack pauses and lifts up a small box of spices with the East India Trading Company insignia. A sound draws his attention, most of the tribe where there, watching him.

Jack: Not running away, no.

Jack shifts into Cannibal language, saying the same with clicks and grunts. He pours out spice and rubs it on his body.

Jack: See?
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Drums are pounded and Cannibals were dancing. Jack is tied to a spit and placed over a really huge pile of kindling wood, not yet lit. The Guards stand next to the huge pile, proud.

Jack: Nice job

Back with the other pirates, Will rocks the bone cage, trying to get it to the far wall, the other pirates help, but they needed more so Will calls over to the second cage

Will: Swing your cage! Get to the wall!

The second cage group gets the idea, and start to imitate the first cage. Both reach the chasm wall and grab onto the vines, with Blue using his slightly superior strength to help out.

Will: Put your feet through. Start to climb!

Blue: Don't worry! I always climb!

Each group pulls and climbs up the cliff wall.

Will: Come on, men, we’ll need all of us to crew the Black Pearl!

Blue: [Looks At Gibbs] Does he know that myself and my Father are capable of doing it ourselves?

Gibbs: No, but it's best to keep that arrogance in check.

Blue: It's not arrogance when it's been done before!

Leech: Actually, we don’t need everyone. About six would do.

Blue:.....Okay, well there is the idiot of the group.

A moment as this sinks in....and Leech realises he said too much. Each cage scrambles for the top as it has become a race, whichever gets away first will leave the other behind.

A cannibal sentry strolls past, the men in both cages freeze immediately while the Guard stares with suspicion. The second cage tries to cheat up a little, but the Guard notices and screams an alarm.

Back at the village, the drums rise to a crescendo, then suddenly stop. The crowd parts as a runner with the sacred torch appears, Jack's eyes widen as it seems his end is near.

Just then, the Sentry bursts through the jungle, screaming and pointing. The meaning is clear enough, the prisoners are trying to escape. All eyes turned to Jack as the cannibals where unsure on what to do.

Ironically, though he’s about to become dinner, Jack is still Chief, so he gestures in clicks, grunts and chomps.

Jack: After them! Don’t let them get away!

The Warrior nods and everyone takes off, the Runner with the torch hesitates, torn between lighting the fire or run with the others. He ends up dropping the torch and following the others.

Jack’s eyes go wide as the torch rolls toward the wood beneath him. He twists on the spit and tries to blow the flame out, but the extra air causes the wood to ignite.

Back at the chasm, Will's cage, which also had Blue and Gibbs, reaches the top first. In the other cage, Leech grabs onto a vine that turns out to be a snake.

The men lose their grip and the cage falls, the vine holding it snaps, and the cage drops away into the abyss.

Will’s cage rolls over the top and the pirates scream. The vine holding it pulls out from the ground, then the Cannibals appear. The pirates stand up, their feet sticking out of the bottom of the cage, and start to run.

Blue: We are using my secret technique today!

At the village, the wood burns and Jack starts to bounce up and down on the spit. He bounces off, away from the fire and runs while crouched low, and the spit still on his back.

He goes past a little cannibal boy, who watches him go past, ready for a feast, wondering why the Chief was running away.

Back with the others, the first cage rolls and plummets down into a beautiful grotto. It splits apart from the impact, and the pirates emerge, above them are all the cannibals.

Arrows shoot down, and the pirates are forced back against the walls. Above, the Cannibal boy appears, points back toward Jack.

He does a quick miniature Jack Sparrow imitation so the Cannibals
turn away, and give chase, leaving Will and the pirates free.

They rush back to the Pearl with Blue getting ahead quicker using his agility to free run across different obstacles.

In the jungle, Jack comes upon the chasm, he uses the spit on his back to pole vault across and run. As that's happening, the crew burst from the jungle and find the Black Pearl. The tide is in, and the Black Pearl rides in shallow water.

Pintel sees the crew coming and hollers down to Ragetti.

Pintel: Haul loose the mooring line! The mooring line!

However, Ragetti is hollering up at the monkey.

Ragetti: Thief! Little thief! Give it here! No, don't bite it! He's got my eye! He won't give it back!

Pintel: Well, how'd you get it back the last time?

Behind them, the crew burst from the jungle, Gibbs in front, running toward the suddenly worried Pintel and Ragetti.

Gibbs: Excellent! Our work's half done.

Pintel: We done it for you, knowing you'd be coming back for it!

Blue: How convenient, good job Monkey!

Jack The Monkey: :D

Gibbe: Boys, make ready for sail!

Pirates swarm the ship, and both Pintel and Ragetti are a little upset at being ignored.

Pintel: How do you like that? Without so much as a by-your-leave.

Ragetti: And not a word of thanks. Shows a lot of cheek, it does, to just walk onto our nice ship like that!

Will: What about Jack? I won't leave without him.

Blue: Yeah, I'm not leaving him

Gibbs points and both Blue and Will turn to see absolute cinema.

Blue: Oh Noes ._.

Far down the beach, screaming, is Captain Jack Sparrow, running in his usual panicked swagger, followed by a hoard of cannibals. Pintel and Ragetti see the cannibals and exchange a frightened look

Gibbs: Jack! Hurry!

Blue: Think of them as all the women you've triggered in the last 5 years!

Jack: AAAAAAAH! AHHHHHHHH!

Everyone: 0_0

Gibbs: C-Cast off! Cast off!

Pintel and Ragetti: Cast off! Cast off!

In the water, the Prison Dog jumps forward, plants its feet and growls at the oncoming hoard. Jack splashes into the water and passes by it.

Jack: Good doggy!

On his way to the Black Pearl, Jack catches a rope and scrambles on board with Blue and Will helping him up. On the beach, the Cannibals reach the shore, and stop, they yell, but the tone is more confused than angry.

The Black Pearl pulls away from the island, the Cannibals shout and the Prison Dog barks. The Cannibals gradually grow silent, and then it's only the dog barking.

The Dog realises it's the only one making sound, it looks over and sees the large group of hungry cannibals.

Then it looks out to sea, the Black Pearl is shrinking in the distance. The dog whimpers as it realises that it's been left behind. The Prison Dog skedaddles as the cannibals target it instead.

Blue: [Looks On] Shame, I'm a cat person anyways.

Jack is still catching his breath and stares at the water with clear terror. He shoos the evil off his body, turns one time widdershins and spits. Gibbs attempts to interpret.

Gibbs: Put as much distance between us, and this island, and make for open sea?

Jack: Yes to the first and yes to the
second, but only as we keep
to the shallows as much as possible.

Gibbs: That seems a bit contradictory, sir.

Blue: Don't tell me that you've gained a fear for water, Father

Jack: I have every faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills Mr Gibbs. Where's that monkey? I want to shoot something.

Blue: Please don't ;_;

From above comes a frightened screech, and then Ragetti's eye falls to the deck and rolls away. Jack turns and was now face to face with Will.

Will: Jack, Elizabeth is in danger.

Blue: Again?

Will: Again

Jack: Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her? Maybe just lock her up somewhere?

Blue: Bit rude innit?

Will: She is locked up, in prison. Bound to hang, for helping you and Blue

Blue: Oh......Oh No

Jack: There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes.

Blue: W....Wha?

Jack tries to move past, but Will pulls his sword out

Will: I will have that Compass of yours. I must trade it for her freedom.

Blue: Not the compass!

Jack: So, you get the Compass, you rescue your bonny lass, again. Where's my profit?

Will: I will deliver to you the Letters of Marque. You will be granted full pardon, and commissioned as a privateer in service to England.

Blue: What is this baloney?

Jack: Accepting those things is what you want me to do for you. Agreed. But what will you do for me?

Will works this through, but gives up.

Will: Anything.

Blue: Deal!

Jack: Gibbs! We have a need to go up the river.

Gibbs, at the wheel, looks scared and reluctant.

Gibbs: By need, do you mean a trifling need fleeting, as in, say, a passing fancy?

Jack: No, a resolute and unyielding need.

Gibbs curses under his breath and spins the wheel.

Will: What we need to do is sail to Port Royal, with all haste!

Jack: William. I will trade to you the Compass, if you will help me find this.

Jack pulls out the small cloth with the imprint of the key.

Will: You want me to find this.

Jack: You want me to find this, to save
Elizabeth.

Will: This is going to save Elizabeth?

Jack: How much do you know about Davy Jones?

Blue: Davy Jones?!

Will: Nothing

Jack: Yep, it's going to save Elizabeth.
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Elsewhere, on the ship that Elizabeth was on. She could be seen dressed as a sailor as she climbs a rat line slowly, listening near the door of the Captain's Cabin.

It was the sound of an argument from within, as Captain Bellamy rants and waves papers.

Bellamy: It's an outrage! Port tariffs and Berthing fees and cargo unloading fees per cargo tonnage and wharf handling and heaven help me, pilotage!

The Burser and Quartermaster look uncomfortable.

Bellamy: Are we all to work for the East India Trading Company then?

Burser: The numbers don't lie, sir-

Bellamy: Make them lie!

Quartermaster: I'm afraid, sir...Tortuga is the only free port left in these waters.

Bellamy: A pirate port is what you mean. Well I'm sorry but an honest sailor I am. I make my living square and sleep well each night, thank you

Suddenly, there is a blur movement in the window behind him.

Burser: Sir!

Bellamy: What?

Burser, shaking, can only point, so Bellamy turns and looks at the window of the Captain's Cabin, where the Wedding Dress floats by.

Bellamy, Burser and the Quartermaster exit the cabin. Ahead of them, floating above the deck and dancing away, is Elizabeth's wedding dress. As if it has a will of its own,
an eerie sight.

It disappears past the capstan, dances close to the rail, then out over the black waters, and back. Bellamy comes up to the wide eyed cook and sailor.

Cook: Tell me you do see that?

Bellamy: Aye, I do see that.

In the rigging, Elizabeth plays puppeteer, the fishing line was
wrapped around a mop handle. She darts across the topgallant yard, sweeping the dress along.

On deck, near the bowsprit, the dress suddenly stops moving, and just hangs in the air. Then the arm lifts and points directly at Bellamy. The crew shuffles away from him.

Then the dress points out to sea.

Burser: She wants you to do something.

Quartermaster: Jump overboard?

Bellamy: She's trying to give a sign.

On the wind, a soft voice can be heard...

The Wind (Elizabeth): Tor....tu.....ga.

Cook: Did you hear that?

Burser: Burmuda?

Quartermaster: Tobago?

Sailor: Tortilla?

Everyone:.......

Sailor: Sorry, I'm hungry.

The dress swoops down and knocks over a burning lantern, then it races
toward the rail and drops.

Bellamy: There! Look for a sign!

The crew rush to the rail and look out, then Elizabeth drops down onto the deck behind them. She looks backwards to where the fire burns on deck from the spilled lantern, then looks back to the crew, completely exasperated.

Quartermaster: There! There it is! There's the sign!

Sailor: That's seaweed.

Quartermaster: Seaweed can be a sign.

Cook: Looks like entrails.

Bellamy: That would be a bad sign.

Elizabeth grabs the shoulder of Burser, turns him around and
points.

Elizabeth: What's that over there?

Everyone looks as the deck burns, with the word Tortuga in large flaming letters.

Quartermaster: Is it telling us to go there?

All Elizabeth can do is to not scream. Bellamy looks at his crew members, who look back, scared, waiting for his order.

Bellamy: Men, what say ye to a course change? Prudence suggests we make way for the island of Tortuga!

The crew shouts in approval, and Elizabeth smiles in relief knowing that the crew finally got the hint.

Bellamy: Put that out while you're at it, there's a good lad.
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The Black Pearl was off shore, while two longboats move up the river. Will, Gibbs and Ragetti were in one while Jack, Blue, Cotton and Pintel followed behind. Pintel had a covered cage, this was for after.

Will: What is it as has Jack spooked?

Gibbs: Jack has run afoul of none other than Davy Jones himself. Thinks he is only safe on land. If he goes out
to open water, he’ll be taken.

Will: Taken

Gibbs: Aye.

Will:....Taken

Gibbs:....Aye.

Will: By Davy Jones?

Gibbs: Well, I'll tell 'ee. If you believe
such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones. A fearsome
creature from the depths, with giant
tentacles that'll suction your face
clean off, and drag an entire ship
down to the crushing darkness. The
Kraken, they say the stench of its
breath....

Gibbs shudders at the thought

Gibbs: Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the Kraken and the reeking odour of a thousand rotting corpses...if you believe such things.

Will glances back at Jack, working at a hangnail with help from Blue.

Blue: Did you forget how to do this?

Jack: Of course not! You doubt your Father?

Blue: Always

Jack: You Little-!

Will: Never thought Jack the type to be afraid of dying.

Gibbs: Aye but with Jones, it ain't about the dying....it's about the
punishment. Think of the worst fate
you can conjure for yourself,
stretching on forever....and that's
what awaits you in Davy Jones' locker.

They all take a moment, imagining it.

Will: And the key will spare him that?

Gibbs: Now that's the very question Jack wants answered. Bad enough, even, to go visit....her.

Will: Her?

Gibbs: Aye

Gibbs nods knowingly and turns away. Will frowns and wonders what does Gibbs mean by that.

A Firefly dances in the Cypress forest, beneath a sprawling wooden shack in the branches of the tallest tree. At the base of the tree, a rope-and-branch ladder, Jack turns to the others.

Jack: No worries, mates. I'll handle this. Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable, we were...have been...before.

Blue: In other words....you're not close anymore

Gibbs: I'll watch your back.

Jack: It's me front I'm worried about.

Jack starts to climb, with Blue and Gibbs following. Gibbs looks at Will one more time.

Gibbs: Mind the boat.

Will: [To Pintel] Mind the boat.

Pintel: [To Ragetti] Mind the boat.

Ragetti: [To Marty] Mind the boat.

Marty: [To Cotton] Mind the boat.

Cotton turns, the only person left is his Parrot. Before Cotton can speak - (which he can't)

Cotton's Parrot: Mind the boat!

[TIA DALMA'S SHACK]

Jack pushes his way inside, followed by Blue, Pintel and Ragetti. Pintel carries an object covered by a cloth. They blink in the dim light, Jars of weird creatures such as hanging bats, some of them alive.

Overhead was a large stuffed alligator.

Tia Dalma sits in the shadows, behind a table. Crab claws are scattered across the table top, she is reading them. Then she raises her head and sees Jack, standing up.

Tia Dalma: Jack Sparrow. I always knew the wind was going to blow you back to me one day.

Tia Dalma looks up with a start, stares past Jack at Will. A wide, lascivious grin spreads across her face. She stalks toward them, Jack first thinks the smile is for him, but realises,
unbelievably, she's focused on Will.

She reaches a hand to Will's face and stares into his eyes.

Tia Dalma: You have a touch of destiny in you, William Turner.

Will: You know me?

Blue: She definitely would know you

Tia Dalma: The Little Sparrow is right, but you also want to know me.

Jack: There will be no knowing here, we came here for help.

He ushers Tia Dalma back toward the table.

Jack: I thought I knew you.

Tia Dalma: Not so well as I had hoped.

Blue: Hah! I knew it!

Jack looks at her speculatively, wondering if that was a shot. She settles at the table, pulling Will to a sitting position close, very close, beside her.

Tia Dalma: Asking for help does not sound like Jack Sparrow.

Jack: It's not so much for me, as for
William, so he can earn a favor from me.

Tia Dalma: Now that sounds like Jack Sparrow [Turns To Will] What service may I do you? You know I demand payment.

Jack: I brought payment!

Jack lifts the object from the Pintel and unveils it to reveal a cage. Trapped inside was the Screeching Monkey. Jack shoots it, the Monkey takes the bullet and glares at Jack.

Jack: See? Perhaps you can give it the crocodile treatment?

Tia Dalma opens the cage and the Monkey runs free.

Blue: Run free, Monke!

Gibbs: You don't know how long it took us to catch that.

Tia Dalma: The payment is fair.

Tia Dalma looks back into Will's eyes. Jack snaps the drawing out to Will, who takes it and shows it to Tia Dalma.

Will: We're looking for this, and what it goes to.

Tia Dalma: That compass you bartered from me can't lead you to this?

Jack: No.

Tia Dalma: Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants? Or do you know, but are loathe to claim it as your own?

Jack avoids both her gaze, and Will's puzzled look. She turns her attention back to Will.

Tia Dalma: Your key goes to a chest, and it is what lays inside the chest you seek, isn't it?

Gibbs: What is inside?

Pintel: Gold? Jewels? Unclaimed properties of a valuable nature?

Blue: A Bagel?

Ragetti turns away from staring at a jar of eyeballs.

Ragetti: Nothing bad, I hope.

Tia Dalma: You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea, a great sailor....until he ran afoul of that which vexes all men.

Will: What vexes all men?

Blue: Bad Decisions?

Tia Dalma smiles at both boys.

Tia Dalma: What, indeed?

Gibbs: The sea

Pintel: Sums.

Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil.

Jack: A woman.

Blue: I'm not surprised you said that

Tia Dalma: Yes, but he is right. A woman....he fell in love.

Gibbs: I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.

Tia Dalma: Same story, different versions, and all are true. It was a woman, as changing and harsh and un-tamable as the sea. He never stopped loving her, but the pain it caused him was too much to live with....but not enough to cause him to die.

The four men nod in unison, all identifying with the problem. Blue was probably the only one who didn't understand.

Blue: I don't get it ._.

Jack: I'll tell you another time

Blue: You say that about a lot of things

Will: Exactly what did he put into the
chest?

Tia Dalma: His heart

Ragetti: Literally or figuratively?

Pintel: Of course, figuratively. He couldn't literally put his heart in a chest. Could he?

Tia Dalma: It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings, he decided, to endure the inevitable, cruel torments...and so he carved out
his heart, locked it away in a chest,
and hid the chest from the world.

Blue: That's....deep....pun intended

Tia Dalma: The key....he keeps with him at all times.

Jack: That was a roundabout way to get to the answer.

Tia Dalma: Sauce for the gander, Jack

Will looks Jack with a face of suspicion.

Will: You knew this

Jack: No, I didn't. I didn't know where
the key was...

Jack stands up, resolved and ready to go.

Jack: But now we do, so all that is left
is to slip aboard the Flying Dutchman, take the key, and then you can go back to Port Royal and save your bonnie lass.

Blue: Well that doesn't sound that hard

Will: Are you-?!

Blue: It's called banter! Turner!

Will scowls, thinking of the task ahead. Jack was about to speak, but Tia Dalma turns to him.

Tia Dalma: Let me see your hand.

Jack stops, then he looks at the others, thinking about if he should really show it in front of them. Tia Dalma unwraps his hand, revealing the Black
spot.

Blue: That is a horrible tattoo

Jack: My eyesight is as good as ever, just so you know.

Blue: You couldn't recognise me from a few feet away that one time

Jack: Shut!

Gibbs leans in, sees the Spot and starts brushing away evil, the way Jack did. He turns three times widdershins, Pintel and Ragetti quickly mimic Gibbs, just in case.

Tia Dalma regards the Black Spot with respect. She crosses to a stairway, climbs, and opens a carved door at the top. The sound of the ocean whispers down.

Gibbs glances at Jack, wondering if that was weird to them. Jack nods, it was weird. Ragetti peeks up the stairs, the room above is dark, he sees only a pair of empty boots at the door, and the Monkey staring at them.

Tia Dalma closes the door, and the sound of the sea is gone.

Tia Dalma: Davy Jones cannot make port, cannot step on land, but once every ten years....

She descends, carrying a round, glass jar, She scoops dirt into the jar and hands it to Jack, who grabs hold of it

Tia Dalma: Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow, and so you will carry land with you.

Jack: Dirt. This is a jar of dirt

Tia Dalma: Yes

Blue: A weapon to surpass Metal Gear

Will: W-What is a Metal Gear?

Blue:....I have no idea

Jack: Is the jar of dirt going to help?

Tia Dalma: If you don't want it, give it back.

Jack: No!
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Ah! There it is!

The Jar Of Dirt is here!