Scene 3: (A most excellent entrance, the debate, and the proposal)
[Jack stands on the mast of his boat, noticing that it’s filling up with water he jumps down to bail it out; notices pirate skeletons hanging with a sign “pirates ye be warned” and pays homage to them; reaches the port, his boat sinking lower and lower until he is at the dock and is able to simply walk off the boat’s mast]
Harbormaster: [to Jack ] What – hey. Hold up, there, you. It’s a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock. [they both look at the sunken boat] And I shall need to know your name.
Jack : [hands him three shillings] What d’ye say to three shillings… and we forget the name?
Harbormaster: Welcome to Port Royal , Mr. Smith . [ Jack sees the Harbormasters money pouch and takes it]
[Norrington’s promotion ceremony] Shouted orders to soldiers: Two paces march! Right about face! Present arms! [Norrington walks to get his promotion, unsheathes his new sword]
Murtogg: [spots Jack ] This dock is off limits to civilians.
Jack : I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately. [tries to continue on his way but is again thwarted] Apparently there’s some sort of high toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?
Murtogg: Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians.
Jack : It’s a fine goal to be sure but it seems to me that a… [shifts again] a ship like that [points out the Dauntless] makes this one here a bit superfluous, really.
Murtogg: Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there’s no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed.
Jack : I’ve heard of one, supposed to be very fast – nigh un-catchable…the Black Pearl.
Mullroy: Well…there’s no real ship as can match the Interceptor.
Murtogg: The Black Pearl is a real ship.
Mullroy: No, no it’s not.
Murtogg: Yes, it is, I’ve seen it.
Mullroy: You’ve seen it?
Murtogg: Yes.
Mullroy: You haven’t seen it.
Murtogg: Yes, I have.
Mullroy: You’ve seen a ship with black sails, that’s crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?
Murtogg: No.
Mullroy: No.
Murtogg: But I have seen a ship with black sails. [ Jack slips away while they banter]
Mullroy: Oh, and no ship that’s not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails therefore couldn’t possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you’re saying?
Murtogg: [nods] No.
Mullroy: Like I said, there’s no real ship as can match the Interceptor… [notices Jack at the wheel of the Interceptor]
Murtogg: Hey! You! Get away from there.
Mullroy: You don’t have permission to be aboard there, mate.
Jack : I’m sorry, it’s just - it’s such a pretty boat. Ship.
Murtogg: What’s your name?
Jack : Smith. Or Smithy, if you like.
Mullroy: What’s your purpose in Port Royal , Mr. Smith ?
Murtogg: Yeah. and no lies.
Jack: Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!
Murtogg: I said no lies!
Mullroy: I think he’s telling the truth.
Murtogg: If he were telling the truth, he wouldn’t have told us.
Jack : Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn’t believe the truth even if he told it to you.
[on the battlements of the Fort] Norrington: May I have a moment? [Elizabeth and Norrington step onto the platform. Elizabeth walks over to steady herself as she fans herself hastily and tries to catch her breath] Uh, you look lovely, Elizabeth. [Elizabeth still fanning herself chuckles softly and half-heartedly] I, uh, apologize if I seem forward, but I… must speak my mind. This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved. Uh… a marriage to a fine woman. You have become a fine woman, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth : I can’t breathe.
Norrington: Yes, I… I’m a bit nervous myself. [she battlement]
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