OmG JB777 ur exactly right! I hate Hillary, Mk and Ashley too! Theyre awful! Lets just be honest their! They do need a good teenage rule, I'd say age 11-16 really, I mean, they do need at least one little actor, I think it is so cute when little kids try to act mature and adult like, or when they fall in love with someone WAY too much older than them, hah u have to admit that that is really cute, thats why I'm writing a story with that outline in the What do u want to happpen in PotC2 forum... And I love tear jerker movies, especially when u think that they're like dead or something really devistatiing happens....they should have no one younger than 11 though,(unless of course its like a newborn baby for flash backs or something)it would not turn out good, just like the first movie.
i have one thing to say...i wanted to cry when at the end, merry and pippin start yelling "Frodo, Frodo!" u kno...during the battle right after the ring is thrown in...i was like OMG WHAT ABOUT SAM????!!!!!! sam is the true hero...where would mr. frodo be without him..."frodo wouldn't've got far without his sam" quote from frodo...
ok now back to POC...jack is the best and will is not a pirate!
ahhh, no not "ghetto"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! noooooooooooooooooo!!!!! omg i live in a small little town and everybody thinks theyre "black" an "ghetto" an all that...they spend tons of money on clothes...buy them all ripped up an faded and stuff... they talk "ghetto" an its like...u guys are so DUMB!!!!!! that is soooo IDIOTIC!!!!!! why can't ppl just BE THEMSELVES????!!!!! being poor is not cool. poor people don't have more fun than not poor people...they aren't cooler...they are just unlucky...why can't they just be GRATEFUL for WHO they are and WHAT they have because there are people in this world that have SOO much less!!!!
erm sorry...one of me EXTREME "pet peeves".
back to topic...i have no info...
“he’s after me for losing his treasure. He want s to kill me.” Gibbs is nodding.
“well we’ve got to do some – hey! Who’s that?!” he yells, springing from his chair and knocking it backwards .Jack springs up too, only he manages to keep his chair upright..
“What?” he asks.
“I heard someone! Outside the door! Eavesdropping!” Jack sprints to the door and flings it open all the way, jumping outside. Pressed against the far wall is Elizabeth., looking like she wishes she was invisible.
“what do you think you’re doing?” exclaims Jack angrily. He grabs her roughly by the shoulder and pulls her away from the wall.
“what did you hear?”
“nothing, Jack, really – “
“don’t lie to me! What did you hear?” he gives her a little shake.
“well…”
“tell me!”
“well, I know why you don’t want me and Will here. You could’ve told us before so I didn’t have to eavesdrop. Ever think of that?”
Jack lets go of her, looking both sorry and embarrassed. All anger seems to have left him.
“look,” he says. “I don’t know what I’m going to do – “
“how do you even know he’s looking for you?”
“ because, one night, after I stole the treasure, I saw his ship off to the stern. It was, black as night, way off in the horizon. When I looked though a tspyglass, I could see its name: The Devil’s Throat. It followed us for three nights, but on the fourth it was nowhere to be seen. Either we’d lost him, or the knew I’d seen his ship. But it was not the last I’ve seen of him. He comes now and then. I can see his black ship in the distance, and I must take cover. I can feel that he’s there now, following us.”
“Who?”
“the Devil. The most fearsome pirate in the Caribbean, maybe the world. None who meet him ever come back alive. “
“well,” says Elizabeth slowly. “I think it sounds foolish.”
“think what you will, love,” replies Jack. “he’s real whether you believe in him or not. And he’s looking for me. We’re not safe.”
“have you been drinking?” asks Elizabeth.
“does it look like I’ve been drinking?” asks Jack in irritation.
“you’re not yourself.”
“of course I’m not.”
“you’re afraid!” announces Elizabeth proudly.
“no I’m not!” whispers Jack indignantly, grabbing her arm. “I am worried only for the safety of you and Will.”
“mm hmmm.” Murmurs Elizabeth disbelievingly.
Again, you see the black prow of the ship the Devil’s Throat, racing along over the water. You see the blonde-haired figure in the cloak, the rough hand resting on the rail. The face you cannot see gazes out towards the horizon.
“Gimmington!” snaps a harsh voice. A weathered, aging pirate hurries to the cloaked pirate’s side.
“captain?”
“bring me my spyglass.”
“yessir.” The man hurries off. There is silence as the fingers of the cloaked pirate tap against the rail . then, Gimmington returns with a long telescope. The cloaked pirate lifts it to his eye and peers through.
“I can see it,” he whispers excitedly. “The Black Pearl.”
Jack, Will, and Elizabeth all sit around a small table. They each have a mug if rum, and they’re all laughing and talking happily. All traces of fear and worry are gone from Jack.
“so then,” says Jack. “I walked right into the man’s house through the front door. The guy himself is standing there pointing his gun at me, shaking cause I killed all his guards. I walked right up to him and took the gun right out of his hand and smashed it onto the floor. He went running for all his treasure and dumped it all at me feet. Easiest raid I ever had.”
Will and Elizabeth laugh. Then Jack launches off into hilarious story about another of his adventures (can’t think of one). Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.
“who is it?” asks Jack too loudly (he’s drunk).
“Gibbs, sir. We’ve spotted something off to the south. Looks like a ship, sir.”
“a ship?”
“yessir.”
“stay here,” says Jack to Will and Elizabeth. He rises and walks/wobbles across the room and opens the door. Gibbs stands there looking grim.
“what’s all this about a ship?”
“a black ship off to the stern.”
“indeed?” Jack becomes serious.
“is it that Devil’s Throat you were talking about?” asks Elizabeth, jumping out of her chair and hurrying to Jack’s side.
“shh!” hisses Jack/
“what’s this about a devil’s throat?” asks Will.
“it’s a ship,” says Eizabeth. “Jack thinks its following us.”
“me,” says Jack. “it’s following me.”
“are you sure?”
“mr. Gibbs thinks he’s seen it!”
“well, you’d best look,” says Elizabeth wisely.
“right,” says Jack. He steps out of the cabin and walks over to the stern of the ship. There’s a pirate standing there, Mr. Cotton, holding a telescope in his hand. He hands it to Jack as he approached. Jack lifts the telescope to his eye and then lowers it quickly.
“he’s right,” says Jack. “the Throat is following us. It’s found me again.”
*next morning*
“I will not be dropped off on some little island like a useless captive!” Will shouts. “I can help you! If this is the most feared pirate in the world or whatever, than you can’t defeat him by yourself!”
“no!” says Jack. “I’m not trying to defeat him. I’ve got to find a new place to hid. Hide the Pearl. Hide me crew and meself.”
“Hide?” exclaims Will. “Jack, you’re a pirate!”
“yes, and, being a pirate, I know what I’m up against, savvy?”
“you can’t hide your whole life!”
“what do you think I’ve been doing for seven years?”
“you’ve got to fight!”
“what about Elizabeth, hmm?” Jack knows he’s struck a nerve.
“what do you propose then?”
“you and your bonny lass go to the island and stay there. It is inhabited, there’s a village and such, so you’ll be well provided for. None of this running off. I go, hide the Pearl, leave it with a friend of mine, commandeer a new ship, and come back and pick you up and take you back to Port Royale.”
“I still think it’s a coward’s way out.”
Jack sighs and turns away, looking off in the horizon where a black spec is just visible.
Will and Elizabeth sit in a lifeboat along wit ha small sack of their belongings, such as spare clothes and Elizabeth’s nightdress. Will rows to shore. They both look glum. The Black Pearl’s sails are raised and full, and the Pearl is sailing off. Jack stands at the rail, waving his hat and grinning. Sadly, Will and Elizabeth wave back.
“why did you agree to this?” asks Elizabeth, looking in contempt at the island before them.
“he is determined to flee. And I wanted to protect you, in case something happened. There’s a village here. We’ll be fine.”
“that’s the problem,” mutters Elizabeth.
Jack and Mr. Gibbs stand at the rail. Jack looks happy.
“aye,” he says. “it’ll be good to get back to Tortuga.”
“and you’ll be safe there?” asks Gibbs.
“Nah. Tortuga’s not safe. But I can hold me own there.”
“I meant from the Devil.”
“hm?” says Jack. “the Devil won’t follow me there. He never does. He knows he’d be outnumbered.” Jack smiles.
“Rum?” he asks, holding up a bottle.
Will and Elizabeth are walking up to a little house towards the middle of the island. There is a whole village of little shacks, surrounded by palm trees, typical tropical island village. Will and Liz are walking up to the closest hut. There is no door, only a long piece of cloth stretching down from the opening. Will and Liz glance at each other and then at the door. They stand there for a minute. Then Elizabeth calls tentatively, “Hello?” no one answers. “Hello?” calls Will. They hear a loud snorting and jump back in surprise. Elizabeth calls again. “is anyone in there?” there’s a grunt and a growling sound. Elizabeth glances at Will, clearly frightened.
“what do you suppose is in there?” she asks.
“I don’t know.” He walks cautiously to the door and grabs the piece of cloth. Slowly he lifts it, letting light into the dark cabin. There is a loud roar, and Will drops the cloth and jumps back.
:maybe we should move to the next house?” asks Will.
“well’” says Elizabeth. “I’d personally like to know what kind of island Jack Sparrow’s left us on.” With a determined look on her face, she marches up to the opening, and lifts the flap. There is a ferocious growling, but Elizabeth takes a deep breath and goes inside. Looking shocked and frightened as more grunting follows, Will rushes into the hut. Elizabeth is laughing. Will looks down and sees a fat , dirty man dressed in very ragged clothing lying on the ground, snoring loudly. He begins to laugh too. The man gives a loud snort and wakes himself up. he opens an eye and peers up.
“whoa, who are ya people?!” he asks in bewildered fear. He springs to his feet, a small knife drawn. Elizabeth steps back.
“no need for that,” says Will. We’ve been abandoned on this island. We need a place to stay.”
“we’re sorry we’ve woken you,” says Elizabeth, forcing a smile. Reluctantly, the man puts his knife away.
“who are you?” he asks again suspiciously.
“I’m Elizabeth and this is my husband Will,” says Elizabeth proudly. “and like Will says, we’ve been abandoned. We were taken prisoners by some pirates, but they couldn’t keep us, so they put us in a lifeboat and sent us out to sea. We had food and water, but we’ve been days without sight of land.”
Will glances at Liz in a kind of shock, wondering how she can make up so much stuff so quickly.
“well,” says the man, “I’m Been. Governor of this island.” He announces proudly. Will and Elizabeth glance at each other and Liz smiles a little bit but tries to hold it back.
“well, Governor,” she says. “do you have any place we could stay?”
“why,” says the governor, becoming a suddenly cheerful, hospitable man, “you could stay with me!” Will opens his mouth to protest, but Elizabeth quickly says, “Thank you so much sir!”