User blog:Captain Dashing/My Ideas for Pirates 5

Hello mates! I had this idea about what I want to see in Pirates 5 but instead of just telling you, I made a little 'script" for it. Who knows? Maybe Terry Rossio might see it ha ha ha... (sigh) If only.

This is just the first scene I thought of. So if you like it tell me. If you think its off somehow, tell me. If you need dont care either way, tell me. I really wanted some feedback. I hope you enjoy it!

''A scene shifts through Tortuga and show various attractions from the ride. A fierce storm is brewing over the night sky. The camera begins to focus on Scrum and Salaman as they exit the faithful bride. Scarlet and Giselle follow. ''

Salaman: These are the finest wenches on to island, eh mate?

Scrum (shrugs): Their conservatory skills are exceptional but as their beauty… is subpar compared to my (sigh) mermaid queen.

(Scarlet and Giselle slap them both)

 Scrum: Ow!

Salaman: I suppose now is as good a time as any to get back to the Revenge.

Scrum: Aye, your right. Come on lads, time to shove off!

''Ezekiel, Garheng and the Cabin Boy exit the tavern and follow them. As they walk, it starts to ran and by the time they make it to the ship, it is a full out downpour. ''

Ezekiel: Neptune is sure fierce tonight, mates.

Garheng: Blast it! I need a good sleep in a warm hammock.

Voice: Ye won’t be getting that tonight, Master Garheng.

''The pirates turn to the helm. Lightning flashes to reveal it is Barbossa with his one leg. ''

Barbossa: Make sail.

Scrum: But captain! It’s a tempest on there!

Salaman: Aye, sir! Don’t tempt a tempest.

Barbossa: Is that so Scrum, Salaman? Perhaps ye would like to persuade me otherwise. (Slowly unsheathes the Sword of Triton)

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Scrum: N-no sir! We’ll make way hastily, captain.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Aye, ye do that. Yet the mainsails swell under this wind! Hurry ye mangy mongrels! Earn your keep or fall to the deep! Ha ha ha!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''Barbossa enters his cabin, shuts the door, and sits in his chair. He unhinges his peg leg and takes a long drink. He looks to his map and stares at a small island in the Lesser Antilles; Isla Tesoro. He growls and takes another drink. The Cabin Boy enters the room. ''

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cabin Boy: Captain, I think- I think-

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa (puts back leg): Speak clearly, boy!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cabin Boy: Captain, I was below decks and I- I heard something- someone. Captain, I think we have a stowaway.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''Barbossa stands up immediately and walks down below, armed with his sword and a lantern. He walks into the darkness of the cargo hold. ''

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Voice: Hello Hector.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Blaggard!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''He begins slashing into the darkness and spars with a shadowy figure. The figure seems to be crafty with his sword and knocks down Barbossa. Before the lantern crashes with him, the figure grabs it and it is revealed it is Jack Sparrow. ''

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Jack ye worthless wretch. What reason do ye have for trespassing on me ship?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Come off it, Barbossa. This large but otherwise insignificant next to the Pearl, would not be in your hands right now if not for me.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa (struggles to get up): Mongrel!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Here (offers to help him up. Barbossa ruefully lets him)

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: If I remember correctly, when we parted ways on that hellish island, ‘twas I who killed Blackbeard and claimed his sword, ship and crew. Ye sat idle with ye Spanish lover.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack (looks hurt): Did not! Blackbeard’s quick and dull demise (shoots Barbossa a look) was not part of me personal agenda.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Then what is?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: The Pearl, mate. (Unties a bottle from his belt. Barbossa looks at it and realizes it’s the Black Pearl)

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Blackbeard’s magic? How?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Scrum (he yells as he runs below): Captain! Captain there’s a stowaway aboard

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Yes, Master Scrum, we know!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Scrum (appears before Barbossa and Jack): Oh! (Surprised to see Jack) Begging your pardon, Captain Barbossa. Hello Mr. Sparrow.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack (muttering): Captain.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Scrum: But Captain it seems we have another. Bring him down!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Salaman and Garheng bring down Gibbs, holding a sack in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Salaman: We found him with the rum.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Gibbs: Sorry Jack. *Hic*

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Not to worry mate. (To Barbossa) Shall we continue this meeting in you cabin?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Bah!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack follows him anyways with Gibbs in tow.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Gibbs: Jack can we trust him?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Mr. Gibbs, take note. It doesn’t matter if you can trust a man. What matters if you can trick him.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''The pirates all enter the cabin. ''

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: So Jack, speak your mind, if ye please.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: The matter is simple. My ship, the Black Pearl, is under some enchantment. With your stalwart crew and grand-ish vessel and my navigation, we set out to correct this spell.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: And ye think I will do this? You think I will stand by your side again Jack? Tell me; what’s keeping me from tossing you out to sea?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack (smiling): Gibbs, show our dear friend Hector what’s in the sack.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Gibbs: Aye, Jack. (Takes out all the ships in the bottle from the bag)

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa (fascinated): You’ll give me this fleet for one accursed ship?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: You know she is more than a ship, mate.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: … What’s your plan, Jack? Where ye plan to go?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Isla Tesoro.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Again ye confirmed my suspicions of your foolery. In the past months, ye know of Spain and their powers exceeding England’s. And now ye want to make sail for a Spanish port?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Don’t fret about that. The real problem is not of the Spanish…

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: What is?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Best to leave that to me, eh? So what ye say, Captain Barbossa? Become commander a true pirate fleet? Or fall into the dull pages of history with but one ship to your name?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: Ye made a deal like that to me before, Jack. I ended up with a bleeding heart and death greeting me in that hollow cave.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Mate, this is about the Pearl.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Barbossa: …Fine mate ye have an accord (shakes Jack’s hand then whispers to his ear) But I promise ye a blade of steel cutting through ye belly if ye betray me.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jack: Aren’t ye a charmer. (Walks out to the deck and says to the crew) Keep sail mates! Let’s keep them in our wake, savvy?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Scrum: Who’s after us?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''Jack turns his head out to the stormy sea and doesn’t reply. The scene shifts and comes to a pirate brig. On quarterdeck Angelica stands there petting Jack’s Voodoo Doll. On the helm, Anamaria stares off to the horizon. ''

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Anamaria: Captain, the storm is beaten our sails too hard!

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Angelica: Belay that, first mate! We have a man to catch.