The Twin Sparrows

The Spanish

Abandon Fort/Spanish Camp No POV

Jack and Barbossa were at a cliff across a river and above it as Barbossa's men, Gibbs, and Wade arrived.

Gibbs: Jack!

Barbossa: shh!

Gibbs and Wade laid down next to Jack on their stomach to also look at the camp.

Jack: Gibbs, Wade, the Twins and I were just on our way to break you two out of jail.

Gibbs: hmm.

Jack: you stole my map. <flicks their noses>

Gibbs: oh!

Wade: <signs> you took my kids. <flicks his nose>

Jack: oh!

Barbossa: right. Best be started.

Barbossa and Gibbs got up as Wade looked at Jack and knew what he was about to say.

Both: <with Wade mouthing> Ole.

Meanwhile

Blackbeard and his crew walked through some trees that look like they were all roots as some carried torches to look through the night. Blackbeard continued before he saw the skeletal remains of a mermaid with her hands tied to a tree and her tail on water.

Blackbeard; mermaids. Careful, these pools run deep. If she escapes, all is lost. Quartermaster.

The Quartermaster removed the bag from Syrena's head as she hissed.

Blackbeard: look. Look! Staked out to die, to dry in the sun. Only half in the water. Not enough to live but just enough to make the dying slow. Think on it. Your people, murdered, harvested for their tears. Syrena, won't you cry?

Syrena; all die, even you. Soon, I hear.

Blackbeard; listen... <gets in front of her> listen. CNA you not hear your sisters scream? Do you not hear them?

Syrena could faintly hear their shrieks.

Blackbeard: we need but one tear.

Syrena looks at him in defiance as Blackbeard back hand slap her.

Blackbeard; vile creature!

Philip tried to help Syrena but he was held back as the Twins had their hands tied behind their backs.

Pirates: chop off her fingers, one by one! Choke her! Cut out the tears from behind the eyes!

Philip: <gets loose and looks at Angelica> where's your voice in this?

Angelica: maybe she'll have a change of heart. When the sun rises.

Blackbeard: oh, aye, she will burn, but I cannot wait for the sun. Perhaps we should build a fire.

Philip: no.

Blackbeard; do not contest me, cleric.

Philip: you will not torture her.

Angelica: We need only one tear.

Blackbeard: I will tear every scale from her body one by one if I see fit. If that displeases you, go pray.

Philip: I was wrong. Not every soul can be saved. Yours cannot.

Blackbeard: behold gentlemen, a man formerly of faith.

Philip: that vile creature, as you call her, is worth a hundred of you.

Blackbeard: oh, you care for her? You fancy her. And do not deny what is clear to my eyes. Question is... <kneels next to Syrena> does she fancy you? By god, she does. We are in luck! Bring forth a tear... or witness the death of this poor soul.