Summary: The world is shrinking, the blank edges of the map filled in…but not all. In his search for the key to the Dead Man's Chest, Captain Jack Sparrow is sidetracked, as he and the crew of a merchant ship discover at a fog-shrouded island southwest of Sumatra, with a mighty and ancient wall, and something monstrous, neither beast nor man, which lives behind it.

Based on stories and characters created by Merian C. Cooper, Ernest B. Schoedsack, Edgar Wallace, James Creelman, Ruth Rose, Lorenzo Semple Jr., Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens, Jay Wolpert, Stuart Beattie, Ted Elliott, and Terry Rossio.

Disclaimer: I most certainly do not own anything related to Pirates of the Caribbean or King Kong.

This story is written in screenplay form, as I plan on making a stop-motion project of it in the future, using my various action figures. The story contains various elements, not only from Pirates of the Caribbean and all 3 versions of King Kong (the original 1933 classic, the 1976 disappointment, and the 2005 classic), but also lots of other sources, such as Son of Kong (the sequel to the 1933 film), Weta Workshop's The World of Kong: A Natural History of Skull Island, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World, etc. I'll try to acknowledge as many as I can ;-).

Finally, I should mention that while I'll certainly be adding new chapters, I'll also probably be revising previously posted material, all in an effort to shape the story just right. Reviews/criticism are much appreciated.

"And the prophet said: 'And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty. And it stayed its hand from killing. And from that day, it was as one dead.'"

- Old Arabian proverb

"Wherever we want to go, we go. That's what a ship is, ye know. S'not just a keel and hull and a deck and sails. That's what a ship needs. But what a ship is -- what the Black Pearl really is... is freedom."

- Captain Jack Sparrow

"We could not understand, because we were too far, and could not remember, because we were traveling in the night of First Ages, of Those Ages that are gone, leaving hardly a sign and no memories... We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there, there you could look at a thing monstrous, and free."

- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness


The sun is setting over the placid waters of the East Indian Ocean.


POV of the ocean from ship's deck. A lone figure gazes at the beautiful vista. This is Miss ANNE DARROW, a British woman in her early 20's.

She looks to her right and freezes.

Before the prow of the ship is a MASSIVE WALL OF FOG. As the evening sky begins to turn purple, so this spectacular sight looks even more surreal, yet haunting and ominous too.

The other crewmembers have noticed the fogbank too, and are looking at it uneasily. Among them is Anne's father, THOMAS DARROW.

As everyone gawks at this sight, something else catches Anne's eye. She looks down at the water.

Beneath its surface, bright flashes of silver streak by; schools of fish that seem to be spooked by something.

Anne gazes upward to where the fish are coming from.

ANNE'S POV: Far away from the ship, but still visible, an ominous shape is moving under the water.

(nervously, her eyes fixed on the approaching form)

Thomas Darrow, who has still been looking at the fogbank, reacts as if coming out of a trance, and comes over to where Anne is.

What is it--

He stops as he sees the same thing his daughter is looking at. The rest of the crew notices it too. Soon all eyes are upon the approaching shape. As it comes closer, it 's still hard to say what it is. One thing is certain: it's BIG, even bigger than the 75-foot ship.

As it comes closer and closer, there is a palpable tension among the crew. At about 100 feet away from the ship, however, the thing DISAPPEARS.

For the people aboard the ship, the atmosphere is awkward: is the thing really gone or not?

Seconds later, the ship JOLTS VIOLENTLY. The crew are thrown to their knees. Before anyone has a chance to recover, ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE! The wood on the main deck EXPLODES UPWARDS, and through the hole comes a GARGANTUAN set of JAWS, like some great CROCODILE FROM HELL!

The crewmembers arm themselves and try to subdue the monster, but to no avail. One of them is IMPALED by one of the beast's tusk-like front teeth. Another is FLUNG overboard by the thrashing jaws. Anne and her father look on in horror at the ensuing carnage.

One of the surviving men FIRES A PISTOL at the monster, but MISSES -- the shot instead hits one of the GUNPOWDER KEGS below deck!

THE SHIP IS BLOWN IN TWO! Anne is thrown into the air and plummets toward the water.

She hits the surface and goes under, but manages to swim back up.

Anne's head breaks the surface. She takes in air, and then searches frantically for her father, or any other survivors. Around her are various flaming bits of debris, and the charred form of the monstrous jaws that assaulted the ship; they sink before we can get a look at the beast proper.

Anne sees something up ahead, and swims toward it. It is a piece of the ship's hull, badly damaged but still big enough to float on. Anne hauls herself onto it, then collapses from sheer exhaustion.

The makeshift RAFT FLOATS TOWARDS CAMERA, with the massive fogbank looming ominously in the background.


At first, nothing but flat blue sky. Suddenly, someone rises into frame.

It is none other than CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW himself, that wily old pirate who looks every bit the part of a swashbuckling rogue. He climbs up the rigging of a ship, clearly engaged in some grand act of derring-do--

ANGLE ON: --Or perhaps not, as it turns out he is only about ten feet above deck. He pulls out his trusty PISTOL and points it at something ABOVE, then FIRES.

Something FALLS from the masts down to the deck: JACK THE MONKEY, clutching a piece of canvas ripped from one of the sails. He SCREECHES at Jack and scampers off. Jack looks on, with an expression of both annoyance and satisfaction.

Knew I'd forgotten to do something today.


It is now apparent that Jack is aboard his beloved ship, the Black Pearl. It's undergone a few modifications since he reclaimed it. The most obvious change is that the evil-looking tattered sails have been replaced with new ones, although these have been patched up.


Jack climbs down from the rigging and saunters, in his characteristic drunken gait, off in the direction of the poop deck. He is stopped by his first mate, JOSHAMEE GIBBS.

Why do you bother with that, Captain? You know that won't do anything to him.

(eyeroll-type tone)
True, but that's the beauty of it, mate. Means I always have a reliable target for practicing on.

He handles his pistol as he says this, still savoring the fact that he no longer has to carry just one shot in it.

Besides, can't have 'im chewin' up the sails after we just spent all that tender lovin' care patchin' them up, can we?

The two are joined by one of the newer crewmembers, the Indian pirate LEECH.

We wouldn't have had to patch them up in the first place if someone hadn't decided to sail through that hurricane.

Jack is clearly somewhat miffed at this -- how dare anyone doubt his excellent captaining skills?

(forced smile)
Truly a difficult choice to make, that was. But consider: before that, the Royal Navy was pursuin' us with the specific, an' truly uncomforting, intent to use us as their own little target practice, an' one big scary storm later, we can now enjoy the beautiful luxury of looking at an ocean 'orizon that doesn't have a line o' British galleons bearin' down on us. So in the end it was worth suffering a bit of discomfort for a few hours, now wasn't it? Purgatory before paradise an' all that.

And just what sort of paradise are we sailing in now, exactly?

(not missing a beat)
Ah! We are now in one that will take us--

He takes out his magic COMPASS and looks at it. Its needle is pointing northeast from where Jack is standing. Jack smiles satisfactorily and displays the compass's bearing to Leech and Gibbs.

That way!
(sets the compass back onto his belt)
An' if you two gentlemen will now excuse me, I can go back to the helm so we can head that way. Savvy?

He continues on his way, leaving Gibbs and Leech to resume their respective duties.

Whew! Slightly tedious to write (I don't like doing opening scenes), and probably could stand a little revision, but it's a start. Ahead of me lies the biggest challenge: the introduction of all the other characters (at least, all the other human ones ;-)) and the journey to Skull Island & all the necessary exposition that has to come with it.

Anne's first scene was pretty much inspired by the introduction of "Dwan" in the '76 Kong, and by Will's intro in the first PotC. The beast that attacks the ship is supposed to be a giant pliosaur, one of several families of giant prehistoric marine reptiles that lived alongside the dinosaurs.

To Be Continued...