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SCENE 6
SCENE:
DAVY JONES LOCKER - SPECTRAL CELEBRATION
INT. DAVY JONES' LOCKER - NIGHT (ETHEREAL)
The air shimmers with an otherworldly luminescence. Sunken galleons and the skeletal remains of sea creatures litter the seabed, forming a bizarre, haunting landscape. Two spectral figures, translucent and glowing faintly, observe a distant scene playing out as if on a shimmering water-mirror.
One is BLACKBEARD (ageless, his infamous beard still braided with spectral ribbons, a fierce glint in his ghostly eyes). The other is
CAPTAIN HENRY MORGAN (equally spectral, a shrewd and calculating look on his face, a ghostly tankard in his hand).
They watch the water-mirror intently, where the faint outline of JOHN STORM's submersible can be seen descending towards the ruins of Port Royal.
BLACKBEARD: Blimey me timbers! Look ye there, Henry! The landlubber's finally takin' a proper plunge. Think he's got the grit to find yer watery crypt?
MORGAN (Takes a ghostly swig from his tankard): He's got the look of it, Teach. A touch o' the devil in his eye, like we had in our prime. And he ain't turned tail yet, not with Maynard's whelps sniffin' 'round like barnacle-bottomed curs.
BLACKBEARD: Aye, Maynard's bloodline… still greedy for gold they didn't earn. They'll be lookin' for yer Aztec plunder too, mark my words.
On the water-mirror, the submersible reaches the submerged ruins. Its lights cut through the murky depths, illuminating coral-encrusted stone and decaying timbers.
MORGAN: He's at the coffin. Years I lay there, dreamin' o' the gold, hopin' someone with a bit o' savvy would come along.
BLACKBEARD: And a bit o' luck! That map o' yours led me a merry dance, Henry. Shame that lily-livered Maynard had to put a stopper in my journey afore I could unlock its final secret.
MORGAN: Aye, a pox on Maynard and all his kin! But this Storm… he's got the fire in his belly. See how he works, careful but determined. He's made o' the right stuff, I tell ye.
On the water-mirror, John's submersible uses its manipulator arm to carefully open a centuries-old, encrusted coffin. Inside, amidst the skeletal remains, a small, intricately carved jade artifact glows faintly.
BLACKBEARD: By the kraken's beard! He's got it! The missing piece!
MORGAN (Raises his ghostly tankard): Heave ho, and a bottle o' spectral rum! The lad's done it!
BLACKBEARD (Raises his spectral cutlass): May the winds be ever in his sails, and the
gold flow freely into his coffers! He's got more courage than a barrel full o' monkeys!
MORGAN: Now comes the tricky part. Maynard's descendants won't let him walk away with our treasure without a fight. We gotta lend him a spectral hand, Teach.
BLACKBEARD: Aye, Henry. For the sake o' the gold, and to spite those landlubberin'
Maynards! What say ye, we stir up a bit o' ghostly squall for 'em?
MORGAN: Agreed! We'll be the devils on their shoulders, whisperin' bad advice and leadin' 'em into the shallows!
They both focus on the water-mirror, their spectral forms radiating a newfound purpose.
BLACKBEARD: This Storm fella… he's our ticket to see that Aztec gold finally see the light o' day! Let's make sure he ain't walkin' the plank before he gets there!
MORGAN: To Captain John
Storm! May his pockets be heavy and his enemies swim with the fishes!
They clink their ghostly vessels together in a silent toast, their spectral cheers echoing faintly in the eerie stillness of Davy Jones' Locker.
BLACKBEARD: Now, let's brew up a bit o' spectral mischief for them Maynard dogs! They'll be thinkin' the sea itself has turned against 'em!
MORGAN: Aye, Teach. The dead have scores to settle, and gold to reclaim! Let the spectral games begin!
FADE OUT.
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SCENE 7
CHAPTER:
SPECTRES AND SUNKEN SECRETS
The realm of Davy Jones’ Locker was a place of perpetual twilight, a sub-aquatic graveyard where the bones of forgotten galleons lay scattered like fallen timbers in a ghostly forest. An eerie luminescence permeated the water, not of the sun, but a faint, ethereal glow that emanated from the very fabric of this spectral domain. Skeletal remains of colossal sea creatures, long since vanished from the living oceans, formed grotesque arches and haunting promontories across the seabed.
Amidst this bizarre and silent landscape, two figures, no longer bound by the frailties of flesh and blood, observed a distant drama unfolding as if reflected in a shimmering pool of liquid night. Their forms were translucent, edged with a soft, internal light, like phosphorescence caught in a timeless current.
One was BLACKBEARD, his legendary visage somehow preserved beyond the grave. His infamous beard, still braided with spectral ribbons that drifted and swayed in unseen currents, framed a face etched with eternal ferocity. A fierce glint, undimmed by death, burned in his ghostly eyes.
Beside him floated CAPTAIN HENRY MORGAN, his spectral form radiating a shrewd and calculating air. A ghostly tankard, perpetually full of some unseen brew, rested in his translucent hand. His gaze, sharp and assessing, was fixed on the shimmering water-mirror before them.
Upon its surface, a faint outline began to descend – the unmistakable form of John Storm’s submersible, a dark teardrop piercing the murky depths above the ruins of Port Royal.
“Blimey me timbers, Henry!” Blackbeard’s spectral voice rasped, the sound strangely clear in the silent realm. “Look ye there! The landlubber’s finally takin’ a proper plunge. Think he’s got the grit in his gut to find yer watery crypt?”
Morgan took a slow, ghostly swig from his tankard, the action somehow conveying a sense of thoughtful consideration. “He’s got the look of it, Teach. A touch o’ the devil in his eye, like we had in our prime. And he ain’t turned tail yet, not with Maynard’s whelps sniffin’ ’round like barnacle-bottomed curs.”
Blackbeard’s spectral beard twitched. “Aye, Maynard’s bloodline… still greedy for gold they didn’t earn. They’ll be lookin’ for yer Aztec plunder too, mark my words. The scent of it lingers even down here.”
On the water-mirror, the submersible reached the submerged ruins. Its powerful lights sliced through the gloom, illuminating a ghostly tableau of coral-encrusted stone walls and the decaying timbers of long-sunken buildings. Schools of spectral fish darted through the skeletal remains of what once were vibrant streets.
“He’s at the coffin,” Morgan murmured, his spectral gaze intent. “Years I lay there, dreamin’ o’ the gold, hopin’ someone with a bit o’ savvy would come along. Someone not afraid o’ a little damp.”
“And a bit o’ luck!” Blackbeard chuckled, a dry, spectral sound. “That map o’ yours led me a merry dance, Henry. A proper chase through the living world. Shame that lily-livered Maynard had to put a stopper in my journey afore I could unlock its final secret.” A spectral fist clenched in frustration.
“Aye, a pox on Maynard and all his kin!” Morgan agreed, a flicker of his old fury in his ghostly eyes. “But this Storm… he’s got the fire in his belly. See how he works, careful but determined. He’s made o’ the right stuff, I tell ye. A proper seaman, even in one o’ them iron coffins.”
On the water-mirror, the submersible’s manipulator arm extended with slow precision, carefully working to open a centuries-old coffin, its wood encrusted with the calcified remnants of marine life. Inside, amidst the skeletal remains of Henry Morgan himself, a small object began to glow with a soft, internal jade light – intricately carved and undeniably significant.
“By the kraken’s beard!” Blackbeard exclaimed, his spectral form leaning forward. “He’s got it! The missing piece! The key to unlockin’ the rest!”
Morgan raised his ghostly tankard in a silent toast. “Heave ho, and a bottle o’ spectral rum! The lad’s done it! He’s disturbed my long slumber for a worthy cause.”
Blackbeard raised his spectral cutlass, its ghostly edge shimmering. “May the winds be ever in his sails, and the gold flow freely into his coffers! He’s got more courage than a barrel full o’ monkeys and twice the brains o’ that Maynard whelp!”
“Now comes the tricky part,” Morgan said, his shrewd gaze narrowing. “Maynard’s descendants won’t let him walk away with our treasure without a fight. They’ve got the same greedy gleam in their eyes as their forefather. We gotta lend him a spectral hand, Teach.”
“Aye, Henry,” Blackbeard agreed, a mischievous glint in his ghostly eyes. “For the sake o’ the gold, and to spite those landlubberin’ Maynards! What say ye, we stir up a bit o’ ghostly squall for ’em? Make ’em think the Locker itself is reachin’ out!”
“Agreed!” Morgan’s spectral form seemed to vibrate with anticipation. “We’ll be the devils on their shoulders, whisperin’ bad advice and leadin’ ’em into the shallows! A bit o’ spectral sabotage is just what they deserve.”
They both focused their spectral attention on the water-mirror, their translucent forms radiating a newfound purpose, a ghostly energy stirring around them.
“This Storm fella…” Blackbeard mused, his spectral beard swaying. “He’s our ticket to see that Aztec gold finally see the light o’ day! Let’s make sure he ain’t walkin’ the plank before he gets there!”
“To Captain John Storm!” Morgan declared, raising his tankard higher. “May his pockets be heavy and his enemies swim with the fishes… permanently!”
They clinked their ghostly vessels together in a silent toast, the faint echo of their spectral cheers rippling through the eerie stillness of Davy Jones’ Locker.
“Now, let’s brew up a bit o’ spectral mischief for them Maynard dogs!” Blackbeard grinned, a terrifying sight even in spectral form. “They’ll be thinkin’ the sea itself has turned against ’em!”
“Aye, Teach,” Morgan replied, a calculating gleam in his ghostly eyes. “The dead have scores to settle, and gold to reclaim! Let the spectral games begin!”
Their spectral forms began to shimmer and fade slightly, as if their ghostly intentions were reaching out into the living world.
PROLOGUE:
ROYAL
AFRICAN COMPANY - King Charles
II, Royal Charter James Stuart II,
transport goods from Africa: Bloody
Triangle.
SCENE
1. THE
BATTLE OF OCRACOKE - Lt Robert Maynard, Blackbeard's
curse, beheading &
torturous interrogation on the
Adventure
SCENE
2. EARTHQUAKE
JAMAICA - Present Day - An earthquake hits Port Royal,
disturbing the sunken city & Palisadoes cemetery.
SCENE
3. BLUE SHIELD ENGLAND -
Blue
Shield, Newcastle UK, UNESCO
requests Storm catalogue underwater city UNEP
World
Heritage Site.
SCENE
3.1. SWASHBUCKLING
- John tries out Dan's VR sword fencing program, then duel with real pirate
cutlasses, Hal keeping score.
SCENE
4. HENRY
MORGAN'S DEATH - Henry Morgan has a heart attack; funeral ceremony at Palisadoes
cemetery, old Port Royal.
SCENE
5. SUNKEN
CITY SURVEY - Present Day, Swann's sensors scan the ocean bed, revealing mausoleum former Governor of Jamaica.
SCENE
6. JUNE
1692 TSUNAMI - Jamaica, June 7th, an earthquake hits
Port Royal, then a tsunami washes the pirate haven
under the sea.
SCENE
6.1. GHOSTS
BLACKBEARD & MORGAN - Spectral figures cheer on John Storm as
he searches Henry's Palisadoes crypt for clues.
SCENE
7. HENRY
MORGAN'S COFFIN - John Storm & ROV,
comes face to face with Henry's skeletal remains. Finds interesting wooden engraving.
SCENE
8. BBC
JILL BIRD - London. John
Storm's finds lost Henry Morgan's pirate remains. "And for those of you wondering,
there was no treasure."
SCENE 9. OPERATION
HISPANIOLA - British Geographical Society,
& Royal Navy fund Lord Huntington's
expedition to recover relics in the Caribbean.
SCENE
10. SHIP'S
COOK - William Gray helps John Long's cut-throats to crew for
Huntington's Hispaniola, Long a dab
hand on the galley.
SCENE
11. ARCHAEOLOGICAL SOS - Huntington
(BGS
bigwig) asks John Storm for help with
shipwreck survey - meet in the Caribbean, Haiti.
SCENE
12. SKELETON
ISLAND - Intrigued by map proffered by Lord Huntington, John
agrees to switch attention to location, to coast of Panama. .
SCENE
13. SANTA
CATALINA - Colombian,
Mexican,
Panamanian,
Nicaraguan
patrols re: 'Satisfaction'
& hunt for Aztec
gold, Spanish
Conquistadors.
SCENE
14. TREASURE ISLAND -
Hurricane
Iota erased map clues, Isla Providencia.
Longstride believes location of Blackbeard's/Morgan's treasure.
SCENE
15. KIDNAP -
Black Jack
& Billy Bones kidnap
Dan, Cleopatra - lock in Hispaniola with
Tremaine. Hal alerts John to events via BioCore.
SCENE
16. DOUBLE CROSS - Maynard
pact with Spanish
Navy to blockade Caribbean to capture John & Swann. Longstride deal Aztec
Golden
Skull.
SCENE
17. BLACKBEARD'S CURSE - John retakes Swann, Hal immobilizes Black Jack and Billy
Bones and rescues prisoners on Hispaniola.
SCENE
18. MORGAN'S TREASURE SHIP - John deciphers carving
code helped Dan and Cybercore
Genetica. Dives to find privateer's shipwreck.
SCENE
19. BILLION DOLLAR DEAL - John
negotiates with Panama, Peru, Colombia, Ecuador & Blue
Shield for % salvage based on wreck video.
SCENE
20. BLOCKADE RUNNER - Swann navigates through
Spanish
Armada & Royal Navy
blockade in stealth mode, invisible to radar.
SCENE
21. BERMUDA TRIANGLE - Pirates
head into
Bermuda Triangle, Colombian Navy in pursuit:
BBC Sky News. Never to be seen again.
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