Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Tortuga

Michael's P. O. V.

Night had fallen, and Elizabeth and I were on deck. Will and Arabella said they would go to Tortuga, and we were coming up with a plan to get there.

"We need to get to Tortuga," I said quietly, so the two other men on deck wouldn't hear us. "But how?"

As we thought, Elizabeth spied something over my shoulder. I followed her gaze and spotted her wedding dress.

"Remember what the men thought, on our first day on board?" She asked. "They believed there was a ghost on the ship."

I looked back at my twin, the both of us sharing a knowing smile. We began to gather what we'll need.

Third Person P. O. V.

"It's an outrage," the captain spoke, he and two of his crew in his cabin, standing around his desk. "Port tariffs, berthing fees, wharf handling, and pilotage."

He laid the documents on his desk, irritation filling him.

"Heaven help us all. Are we all to work for the East India Trading Company?"

He stepped away from his desk, trying to calm himself. The two men shared a look, before turning to their captain.

"Sir, Tortuga is the only free port left in these waters," one spoke.

The captain stared at him.

"A pirate port is what you mean," he walked back to his desk. "I'm sorry, but an honest sailor is what I am. I make my living fair, and sleep well each night."

Behind the captain, outside the cabin window, the two men see a dress fly by. The captain notices the wide eyed, fearful looks on the men's faces.

"Sir!" The other spoke, pointing to the window.

All three walk over to the window and stare out into the night. The dress flies by the window again, making the captain gasp. Hearing footsteps, they turn to find Michael coming down the stairs, eyes wide.

"Captain!" He spoke in alarm. "On deck! Quick!"

Michael ran up the stairs, the other three following him. Standing by the helm, Michael points to the dress floating in midair. The left arm pointed at the captain.

High up in the mast Elizabeth stood, holding two brooms. Fishing string was tied to the brooms, allowing her to maneuver her dress as though it were a puppet.

Moving the brooms to her left, she made the dress sleeve point out to sea.

"She wants you to do something," Bursar told the captain.

The captain stepped forward, intrigue and fear on his face.

"She's tryin' to give a sign," he said.

The dress flew over the rail and out over the ocean. The captain, the two men he was talking to and two men keeping watch, ran to the rail. The dress flew back towards the ship, causing the men to duck, knocking over a lantern, before disappearing.

The captain stood and pointed to the other side of the ship.

"Look for a sign over there!"

The men ran to the starboard (right) side, not noticing the fire spreading from the upturned lantern. Michael looked up at the mast, spotting his sister. They both sighed, exasperated.

Michael came forward, taking up the act once again.

"Captain!"

The men turned to him.