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lucas13243546
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CoachCarthey1492not1491
Con (against)

Mr. McCarthy is better than Mr. Carrier

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Started: 3/17/2017 Category: Education
Updated: 10 months ago Status: Debating Period
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lucas13243546

Pro

First off, I would like to say that you are a big fat meany butt head who is bad at Minecraft, you noob. Also, Mr. McCarthy is better than you at Minecraft, so he is better than Mr. Carrier.
CoachCarthey1492not1491

Con

Of course he is better he is robot with no human emotions other then the fact he will kill someone over track.
Debate Round No. 1
lucas13243546

Pro

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CoachCarthey1492not1491

Con

-- on BLACK. A darkness with texture, swirling.
The SOUND of wind and water, and lines creaking. We hear a man singing, voice pitched low ...
MAN'S VOICE
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum ...
The BLACK is a DARK CANVAS SAIL of the Black Pearl; the wind pushes it aside to reveal --
2 EXT. BLACK PEARL - NIGHT
JOSHAMEE GIBBS on the wheel deck, lit by a single lantern. He continues singing --
GIBBS
Drink and devil had done for the rest ... yo-ho-ho and a bottle a rum!
As if to illustrate the song Gibbs takes a swig. He staggers a few feet, avoiding several drunken, sleeping CREW MEMBERS.
Gibbs takes another drink, tilting his head back -- bringing his eyes to the sky.
Above, several crows infest the topsail. They take off, joining a LINE OF CROWS in the moonlit sky --
3 EXT. TURKISH PRISON - NIGHT
CROWS circle against the clouds. PAN DOWN to --
GUARDS escort a struggling PRISONER into the stone tower. Rattle of chains, the moans of pain and torment. On the other side of the tower, we see how the prisoners exit: GUARDS with lanterns carry six wooden caskets along the parapet, high above the water.
Proper words are spoken in a language we don't understand, and one by one, the caskets are DROPPED over the wall --
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4 EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT
-- and plummet down, SPLASHING into to
The six wooden caskets float away from Two begin to ride low, sinking slowly.
4
A nasty BLACK CROW flutters down onto one of the coffins. Starts to peck at the wood. Peck-PECK-Peck.
the water.
shore, a ghastly fleet.
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Peck-peck-PECK-peck.
PECK-peck-peck. The rhythm of it is completely annoying. Peck-peck-peck-PECK --
5 A SUDDEN BLAST!! from within the casket, a gunshot, and the crow is GONE in a CLOUD OF FEATHERS.
An arm reaches through the blasted hole, finds and opens a latch. The lid swings open. CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW sits up.
Jack panics a bit, searching his casket -- finds his hat, puts it on. That makes him feel a little better. He looks down. Bows his head, crosses himself.
JACK Sorry, Mate.
Jack reaches down and tugs hard, pulls, tugs -- SNAP! He holds a SKELETON LEG, pulled out at the hip.
JACK (CONT'D)
Mind if we take a little side trip?
Didn't think so.
Using this makeshift oar, Jack turns the coffin, rows toward the Pearl ...
6 EXT. BLACK PEARL - DECK - NIGHT
MARTY and LEECH, wild-eyed and a bit frightening, help Jack over the rail. COTTON and COTTON'S PARROT look on.
GIBBS
Not quite according to plan.
JACK
Complications arose, ensued, were
overcome.
GIBBS
You got what you went in after, then?
Jack waggles a folded strip of cloth victoriously, but moves away quickly. Gibbs peers at the cloth, hurries after Jack.
GIBBS (CONT'D)
Captain, I think the crew -- meaning
me as well -- were expecting something a bit more ... shiny.
Jack almost walks into LEECH, who stands in his path, arms folded. The rest of the crew drift over, surrounding Jack, not threatening, but not friendly, either.
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1-17-06 DOUBLE TAN REVISION 2.
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11-08-05 DOUBLE SALMON REVISION 3-3A.
GIBBS (CONT'D)
What with Isla de Muerta going all pear-shaped, reclaimed by the sea,
and the treasure with it --
LEECH
And the Royal Navy chasing us all
around the Atlantic --
MARTY And the hurricane!
GIBBS
All in all, it's been some time since
we've done a spec of honest piratin'. JACK
A532;Shiny.
Aye. Shiny.
GIBBS
JACK
Is that how you're all feeling? That
I'm not serving your interests as Captain?
An awkward silence. Finally ...
COTTON'S PARROT Walk the plank!
Jack's pistol is out, aimed at the Parrot.
JACK
What did the bird say?
LEECH
Don't blame the bird. Just show us
what's on that piece of cloth you got there.
Jack sneaks a peek at what's on the cloth, considers his response, starts in --
JACK THE MONKEY -- skeletal in the moonlight -- swings out
of the rigging, SCREECHES at Jack. Jack screams back. It
grabs the cloth, runs. Jack fires his pistol at it -- CLICK -- tosses it aside as he pulls a pistol from Leech's belt, FIRES --
The monkey is blown back, drops the cloth. It looks down, back up. No effect. It CHATTERS scoldingly.
GIBBS
You know that doesn't do any good.
JACK Keeps my aim sharp.
Marty grabs the cloth before it blows away. The crew examines it. Marty turns it, revealing that it is a rough drawing of --
MARTY
It's a key.
JACK
Better.
(takes the cloth,
displays it)
It's a drawing of a key.
Jack waits. The crew is not as impressed as Jack seems to expect. Jack can't believe they aren't more excited.
JACK (CONT'D) Gentlemen, what do keys do?
LEECH They unlock things?
GIBBS
And whatever this unlocks, inside is
something valuable! So we're setting out to find whatever this unlocks.
JACK
No. If we don't have the key, we
can't open whatever it unlocks, so what purpose would be served in finding whatever needs be unlocked without first having found the key that unlocks it? Honestly. Ninny.
GIBBS
So we're going to find this key?
JACK
What good is a key if we have nothing
for the key to unlock? Please, try and keep up!
The crew considers this ... considers ... then shrug, nod, sure, that makes sense. They go with it.
MARTY
So -- do we have a heading?
JACK Aye! A heading!
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Jack turns away, flips open his Compass. Studies it. Shakes it. Angles it. Then shoots an arm out the opposite way.
JACK (CONT'D)
Set sail in a general ... that way
direction.
Captain?
GIBBS
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I'll plot our course later.
(they hesitate)
Snap to and make sail! You know how it works!
He strides toward his cabin. The crew turns to their tasks, but not happily.
MARTY
Have you noticed lately, the Captain
seems to be acting a bit -- strange? (off Gibbs' look)
Er?
GIBBS
Aye. Something's got Jack vexed,
setting a course without knowing his own heading. Trust me ... what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all.
7 EXT. PORT ROYAL - DAY 7 Sky black with clouds; rain sheets down,
8 EXT. PORT ROYAL - CHAPEL - DAY 8
Palm trees bend sideways. Chairs are scattered, disorderly, wind-blown. An altar has been set up, preparations for a wedding. A parasol blows past --
ELIZABETH SWANN, in a drenched wedding dress, slumps down onto the grass.
ON HER FACE, tears mixing with the rain --
9 IN THE HARBOR, Royal Navy ships are anchored in a line across the 9 bay, including the H.M.S. ENDEAVOR.
10 AT THE SHORE, a white-suited man, LORD CUTLER BECKETT, sits astride 10 a horse, on a longboat coming to shore. At his side is his clerk, MERCER.
11 IN THE CHAPEL, the rain hammers down, wind blows. Elizabeth is 11 seemingly oblivious to it --
12 IN THE TOWN, Longboats reach the docks. Soldiers disembark. Booted 12 feet march through the streets. Soldiers batter down the door of
the Blacksmith's shop, rush inside --
13 AT THE CHAPEL, Beckett strides out onto the grounds. Behind him, 13 the Company soldiers come in in a two-line formation ...
... WILL TURNER, in manacles and chains, half-walks, is half- shoved forward.
Elizabeth sees him. She runs past Beckett, into the chapel.
14 INT. PORT ROYAL - CHAPEL ARCHES - DAY -- EVENING 14
Elizabeth runs to Will. A soldier tries to stop her, but she pushes his arm away with a glare, embraces Will.
ELIZABETH Will! What is happening?
Will shakes his head, shrugs as best he can.
WILL
I don't know. I'm sorry
He takes her in, and cannot help himself: it must be said.
WILL (CONT'D) You look beautiful.
Elizabeth smiles at the incongruity of the statement to the situation ... and her own first tho
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