PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: HOIST THE COLOURS


FADE IN:


EXT. ENGLISH COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
 

Camera pans along a beautiful English countryside

A carriage is seen riding past a sign saying "London, 30 miles"

INTERIOR CARRIAGE

The occupant can be seen to be a naval officer in the
uniform of the EITC, holding a letter in his hand.

LONDON STREET, EVENING

The weather has turned bleak and foggy as the carriage rides through the London streets

until it stops in front of a large white building with marble steps leading up to it.

The carriage halts. A shadowy figure walks down the stairs and opens the carriage door.

MERCER

Post Captain Nathaniel Edwards?


EDWARDS

Indeed.

MERCER

Follow me, please.

CLIFFS OF DOVER - EARLY MORNING

The sun is rising; a fresh breeze is blowing from the sea.

Beckett and Edwards are standing at the cliffs' edge.

BECKETT

(making a broad gesture towards a ship that appears black in the rising sun)

There's your assignment.

EXT. WICKED WENCH SAILING ALONG THE ENGLISH COAST - DAY
 

The Wicked Wench appears black in the rising sun. The camera pans slowly around the ship

to show a black EITC flag at her stern. An officer in a rather expensive looking civilian garb stands

with one hand stretched out, a pocket watch resting open in his palm.

FARQUHAR

Its half past seven, Mr. Watts.

Strike the bell and summon the captain.

MR. WATTS

Aye, Mr. Farquhar.

INT. WICKED WENCH, OUTSIDE CAPTAIN'S CABIN - DAY

Mr. Watts knocks on the door.

VOICE

Yes?

MR. WATTS

Mr. Farquhar's respects, sir.

It's half past seven.

We have reached the shores of Dover.

VOICE

I'll be up presently.

MR. WATTS

Aye, captain.

EXT. WICKED WENCH, DECK - DAY

The Wicked Wench is making her way towards the Thames entrance.

FARQUHAR

Look, Percy. ’Bout four points off the larboard bow.

Watts holds a spyglass to his eye.

Several large ships can be seen riding at anchor behind the headland.

WATTS

Spithead?

FARQUHAR

That it is, Percy. Almost home.

VOICE

So what have we got here, gentlemen?

FARQUHAR

The Channel squadron, sir.

Spithead.

CAPTAIN

Very well, Mr. Farquhar.

Lets loose the courses and get a little closer inshore.

The Thames awaits us.