Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides Page #4

- Many a mans woken up at sea...

...no idea what, when, wherefore or why.

No memory of the night before.

Once he signed up and drank away all

his bonus money.

No, no, no. You don't understand, mate. I'm

Captain Jack Sparrow. The original. The only.

I'm Scrum and the pleasure's all mine. Now

keep moving.

Scrum.

- Why is there a glass coffin ?

- Do I look like a man in charge ?

- Where am I?

- Excuse me, Captain Sparrow sir.

I'll be right honored to welcome you aboard a well

renowned vessel of infamy. Queen Anne's Revenge.

Blackbeard.

He's a curious one.

- He's been zombified.

- Eh?

Zombified. Blackbeards doing. All

the officers are the same.

Makes em more compliant.

And perpetually ill tempered.

- Come on, scrub.

- Yes.

Pull ! Pull!

- Five days underway, at least.

- Aye. You can tell that by the smell of the sea ?

Smell of the crew !

Oy. What does that poor sop do ? How

can I make sure to not ?

Him? Churchly fellow. Always goin on

about the lord almighty.

- Bible thumper on this ship?

- A missionaries his story.

What I heard was he got captured in a

raid. Rest of the ship got killed. But not him.

First mate wouldn't let it happen, on account

of his premier standing with the lord.

First mate, stickin her neck out,

for some prisoner.

- That, you don't see.

- Her ?

- First mate is a her ?

- Back to work !

Steady as she goes.

You are a ruthless, soulless, cross-grained

cur.

- I told you I had a ship.

- No, Blackbeard has a ship.

Upon which I am now imprisoned.

We can do this, Jack. The Fountain of Youth...

Like you always wanted.

Blackbeard. Edward Teach. The

pirate all pirates fear.

Resurrector of the dead in his spare time.

- He will listen to me.

- He listens to no one.

Maybe to his own daughter.

His daughter as in, begat by ?

Long lost, recently found...

...who loves her dear papa with all

her soul.

- He bought that ?

- I sold that !

Then this is the fountain of youth for him.

Or, I mean you.

- Not you and me.

- No, Jack, that's the best part.

- He will be dead.

- Ahh. You'll be handling that part yourself then ?

There is a prophecy. Maybe you don't

believe in the supernatural.

Oh no, no, no. I've seen a thing or two.

The prophecy is this: Blackbeard will meet

his death...

...within a fortnight. At the hands of

a one legged man.

That's why he needs the Fountain, Jack.

Ah, Master Gibbs, storer of the map. Perhaps

you'd be so kind as to provide us a heading.

- Dear Jim, pour me a gobbler.

- Hey. We be privateers, not pirates Master Gibbs.

- And in the kings name, we behave as such.

- Aye, Captain.

- Be we on the proper course, Gibbs?

- Aye, it be proper.

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