Hello fellow artistes!! Here's something I knocked up earlier, all criticism welcome!
Here be Pirates
INT. RUNDOWN ‘OLDE ENGLISH PUBBE’, SOMEONE HAS PUT A RED ‘X’ OVER THE 2ND B OF PUBBE. AT THE ENTRANCE READS A SIGN, ‘HIRING CREW. MUST LIKE WATER. ABANDON HOPE ALL YE PONCES WHO ENTER’.
Centre table with 2 men on 1 side – a scruffy man with a long, wispy beard is sat looking relatively angry [Pinkbeard] alongside a fairly plump man with a hat with a condescending look on his face [Eddi]. Opposite is a clearly intimidated man, Smidgeons.
PINKBEARD:
Master Smidgeons; you claim that your chronic seasickness will not stand in the way of you being a mate on our ship-
SMIDGEONS:
That’s correct, Mr. Pinkbeard, Sir.
EDDI:
And how were you proposing to get around that: catch scurvy to take your mind off it?
SMIDGEONS:
Oh no Sir, nothing quite as severe as that. Tablets.
EDDI:
Tablets…?
SMIDGEONS:
Stone tablets. [Pulls a large rock out of his bag, placing it on the table] Swallow half a dozen of these, and it crushes the seasick demon in yer belly.
PB:
I will have no demon genocide on my ship! Ya know why? [Dramatic] ‘Cos I am one… Now get out before I lay waste upon yer wretched soul.
SMIDGEONS:
Now come on, Sir, that’s a bit severe-
PB:
I’ll gouge out yer eyeballs with the lifeless fingernails of the festering ghouls of hell.
MAN runs out fearfully.
EDDI:
Next. Nice work on the alliteration of fingernails and festering by the way; it gave a definitive fluency to the piece.
PB:
I aim to please.
Enter a tall, nervous looking man.
EDDI:
All right, let’s get this over with. Take a seat.
MAN:
Thank you. [Pause] Nice day to set sail I see -
PINKBEARD:
I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, let alone see.
MAN:
I’m sorry, it’s just I’m quite nervo-
EDDI:
Answering back to the Captain, not a good first impression [jots something down on paper].
MAN:
Can we start over? We kinda got off on the wrong foot.
PB:
I don’t think I like the look of either of your feet, boy.
EDDI:
Or his legs for that matter.
PB:
Aye. And if your land legs look like that, then I dread to think what your sea legs look like. For all I know, they could look like some sort of happy, snappy eel couple; [to Eddi] the left being the male and the right being the female.
EDDI:
Naturally.
PB:
And I swear on my beard, and my father’s beard; and my mother’s beard, that I will not allow slime on my ship.
EDDI:
[Matter-of-factly] Health hazard.
MAN:
[At wits end] OK, let’s get one thing straight; I’m not a bad guy. I’m not; I’m a good guy, a kind, and considerate guy. Every Wednesday, I help around the leprosy clinic, slaving over diseased, crustier-than-crustacean freaks just to do my bit for the community. And now, I simply want to travel the world and make my family proud – charting uncharted seas, treasuring untreasured… treasure.
EDDI:
[Unamused] Molesting unmolested locals.
PB:
In all my years of sailing the seas - exploring dark new worlds - I have never met anyone with a blacker heart than he who now sits before me.
MAN:
[Looks around] Me…? I’m- I’m a good guy.
PB:
Oh, so now you’re questioning the Captains judgment?
EDDI:
I’m sorry, but I’d rather see us sail into Lucifer’s end cavity in an attempt to pillage his sacred brown treasure than have you on my ship. Good day.
MAN:
Well, I must say it was a pleasure.
MAN reluctantly and cautiously stands up and holds his hand out to shake Pinkbeards’.
PB:
He said, Good day.
MAN, taken aback, walks out the room.
PB:
Eddi, such a large collection of interviews have never gone this fruitless since Ol’ Redbeard’s search for a wench to call his own.
EDDI:
Aye, no one like a ginger do they. I must say, Pink, you are in a worse mood than normal.
PB:
Well today’s not a normal day is it; today I have witnessed 62 of the most pathetic men that this pathetic town has to offer me, in a pathetic gift-wrapped package.
EDDI:
Well, I have seen worse in my time.
PB:
They were single-handedly the biggest scum-suckers to have ever sucked a scummy surface. What really possesses them to believe that they can cut it on my ship?
EDDI:
Maybe it’s just your warm and modest demeanor.
PB:
[Self-absorbed] I don’t know Eddi, maybe it’s the sea salt corroding my brain, or the fact that we’ve had more interviews than Leviathan has scales on his pecker; but we haven’t met one good potential crewmember.
EDDI:
[Agreeing] Mm I agree. Well, not a single one that I didn’t get the urge to connect object A; their head, by means of a centrifugal force to object B; this bottle. [Lifts up beer bottle]
PB:
You always have to make things so complex, don’t you? The sad thing is, Eddi, the best we’ve had was that charming gentleman who had a more than usual fondness for jellyfish. Either he’s got a sting-proof penis or he’s just a real man.
EDDI:
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s had a usual fondness for jellyfish let alone a more than usual…
PB:
Well, whatever he’s got, I don’t want him on my ship. Can’t be good for the moral of the crew; he’s creepier than an insect paedophile.
EDDI:
Aye, at first it made him sound like an overly friendly fisherman, but when he started to get into minute detail about how the males sting their partner for sadomachistic pleasure, he just sounded like an overly friendly nut job.
PB:
Made me kinda feel like I was the one who was being stung by my male partner. Do you get it, being stung as well as being a homosexual?
EDDI:
/Mm.
PB:
It really is tragic that we need to find a new crewmember, if it wasn’t for that dreadful accident at sea, then poor Jim-bob would still…
They both bow their heads
EDDI:
Yes it’s such a shame that he was accidentally pushed overboard by your accident-prone hands.
PB:
Yes, after he accidentally ate my parrot. All this interviewing has made me hungry.
PB takes out an orange.
E:
[Acknowledging] Yes, orange.
PB:
No, scurvy.
And that's as far as I want to go as of now. As you probs can see by my amount of posts, I'm a newbie so if you bigwigs and industry dudes reply I'd be much appreciative. Muchos Gracias.