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I don't know.

You look beautiful.

I think it's bad luck for the groom to
see the bride before the wedding.

Take away. Let me through. How dare you?

Turn your men down at once.

Do you hear me?

Governor Weatherby Swan, it's been too
long.

Cut a bit.

It's Lord now, actually.

Lord or not.

You have no reason and no authority to
arrest this man.

In fact, I do.

Mr. Mercer.

The warrant for the arrest of one
William Turner.

This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann.

Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake.

Arrest her.

No!

Aha! Here's the one for William Turner.

And I have another one for a Mr.

James Norrington. Is he present?

What are the charges?

Commodore Norrington resigned his
commission some months ago.

I don't believe that was the answer to
the question I asked.

Lord Beckett, in the category of
questions not answered. We are under the

jurisdiction of the King's Governor of
Port Royal, and you will tell us what we

are charged with.

The charge is conspiring to set free a
man convicted of crimes against the

and Empire.

And condemned to death.

For which the... For which the
punishment, regrettably, is also death.

Perhaps you remember a certain pirate
named Jack Sparrow. Captain.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Yes, I thought you might.

bottle of rum.

Sorry, mate.

Mind if we make a little side trip?

Not quite

according

to plan.

Complications arose, ensued, were
overcome.

You got what you went in for, then.

Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as
well, were expecting something a bit

more shiny.

What with the Isle of Demersa going all
pear -shaped, reclaimed by the sea and

the treasure with it. And the Royal Navy
chasing us all around the Atlantic.

And the hurricane.

All in all, it seems some time since we
did a spec of our little planet.

Shiny. Aye, shiny.

Is that how you're all feeling, then?

that perhaps dear old Jack is not
serving your best interests. This is

What did the bird say?

Do not blame the bird.

Show us what is on that piece of cloth
there.

I know that does do no good.

It does me.

It's a key.

No.

Much more better.

It is a drawing of a key.

Gentlemen, what do keys do?

Keys unlock things.

And whatever this key unlocks, inside
there's something valuable.

So we're setting out to find whatever
this key unlocks.

No.

We don't have the key.

We can't open whatever it is we don't
have that it unlocks.

So what purpose would be served in
finding whatever need be unlocked, which

don't have, without first having found
the key, what unlocks it?

So, we're going after this key.

You're not making any sense at all.

Any more questions?

So, do we have a heading?

Ha! A heading.

A set sail and a...

Hmm.

General.

Is that the right direction?

Captain?

Come on, snap to it and make sale. You
know how this works.

Come on. Oi, oi. Hey!

Have you noticed me, Lee?

The captain seems to be acting in a
strange... err... dead cell without

his own head.

Something's got Jack Beck.

And mark my words, what bodes ill for
Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all.

Lord Beckett, the prisoner has ordered,
sir.

Those won't be necessary.

The East India Trading Company has need
of your services.

We wish for you to act as our agent in a
business transaction with our mutual

friend, Captain Sparrow. More
acquaintance than friend. How do you

We've had dealings in the past.

And we've each left our mark on the
other.

What mark did he leave on you?

By your effort, Jack Sparrow was set
free.

I would like you to go to him and
recover a certain property in his

Recover? At the point of assault?

Bargain.

Letters of Mark.

You will offer what amounts to a full
pardon.

Jack will be free, a privateer in the
employ of England.

Somehow I doubt Jack will consider
employment the same as being free.

Freedom.

Jack Sparrow is a dying breed.

The world is shrinking.

The blank edges of the map filled in.

Jack must find his place in the new
world or perish.

Not unlike you, Mr. Turner.

You and your fiancee face the hangman's
noose.

So you get both Jack and the Black
Pearl.

The Black Pearl? The property you want
that he possesses. A ship?

Hardly. The item in question is
considerably smaller and far more

being to bear a juice on his person at
all times.

A compass?

Ah, you know it.

Bring back that compass.

Or there's no deal.

Why is the rum always...

As you urgent.

Is this a dream?

No.

I hope not.

If it were, they'd be wrong.

You got the pearl back, I see.

I had some help retrieving the pearl, by
the way.

And to what do I owe the pleasure of
your carbuncle?

He sent me.

Davy Charles.

Ah.

So it's you, then.

We Shanghai'd you into service, eh?

I chose it.

I'm sorry for the part I played in the
mutiny against you, Jack.

I stood off for you.

Everything went wrong after that.

They strapped me to a cannon.

I ended up on the bottom of the ocean.

Weight of the water crushing down on me.

Unable to move.

Unable to die, Jack.

And I thought that even the tiniest hope
of escaping this fate, I would take it.

I would trade anything for it.

It's funny what a man will do to
forestall his final judgment. You made a

with him too, Jack.

He raised the pearl from the depths for
you.

Thirteen years you've been a captain.

Technically. You won't be able to talk
yourself out of this.

The terms would apply to me, apply to
you as well.

One soul, bound to crew a hundred years
upon a ship.

Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already has
a captain, so there's really... Then

it's a locker for you.

Jones' terrible Leviathan will find you
and drag the pearl back to the depths

and you will long with it.

Any idea when Jones might release said
terrible beastie?

I already told you, Jack.

The time is up.

It comes now.

Drawn with ravenous hunger to the man
what bears the black spot.

Do we have a heading?

Run, lads.

Which port?

Didn't they port?

Headline. Any line.

Run!

Back to your stations!

The lullier!

Jack? Shh.

For the love of mother and child, Jack,
what...

Hey, look what we found.

Look what we found.

Hey, look what I found.

I became a captain.

What do you think?

Petrol. Petrol? What petrol?

It's mine.

It's mine.

You're not.

You can't be here. I think you'll find
he can.

Mr. Swan.

Governor Swan still.

Do you think I wear this wig to keep my
head warm?

Jack, the compass.

What does Beckett want with that?

Does it matter?

I'm to find Jack and convince him to
return to Port Royal and exchange the

charges against us while we trot. No.

We must find our own avenue to secure
your freedom.

Is that a lack of faith in Jack or in
me?

That you would risk your life to save
Sparrows does not mean that he would do

the same for anyone else.

Where's that dog with the keys?

I have faith in you.

Both of you.

Where will you find him?

Tortuga.

I'll start there and I won't stop
searching until I find him.

And then I intend to return here to
marry you.

Properly. Heal me if you'll still have
me.

If it weren't for these bars, I'd have
you already.

I'll wait for you.

For whether I am alright.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Took me for the blue.

Thought he was dead.

Singapore. That's what I heard.

Drunk with a smile on his face.

Serves the tide.

Jack Sparrow.

Turn up in Singapore.

Oh, I haven't seen him in a month.

When you find him, will you give him a
name?

Can't say about Jack Sparrow, but
there's an island just south of the

where I trade spice for delicious long
pork.

Can't say about Jack, but you'll find a
ship there.

A ship with black sails.

A brother will take that shore.

What's wrong? The beach is right there.

Anybody? Ah, a familiar face.

Don't eat me.

I'm not going to eat you.

Don't eat me.

No, don't eat me.

Get...

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

I can do this all day.

I can honestly say I'm glad to see you.

Jack, it's me.

Will Turner.

What's he come?

Tell him to let me down.

Long say say you Nikki simply

Jack

the compass that's all I need Elizabeth
is in danger.

We were arrested for trying to help you.
She faces the gallows They

say long chook chook sauce mommy long
the sugar

savvy ball icky -licky

Jack,

what did you tell them?

No!

What about Elizabeth?

I'm Christmas.

Our men still have some standing with
the king.

I've arranged passage to England. The
captain is a friend of mine.

No.

We're not going to find Jack. We cannot
count on William Turner.

Come. He's a better man than you give
him credit for. Oh, please. This is no

time for innocence.

Beckett has offered one pardon only.
One. And that is promised to Jack

Even if we'll succeed.

Do not ask me to endure the sight of my
daughter walking through the gallows. Do

not.

Perhaps.

I can ensure a fair trial for Will if he
returns.

A fair trial for Will ends in the
hanging.

Then there is nothing left for you here.

Wait inside.

Captain?

Captain?

Evening, governor.

Send that.

He was carrying this.

It's a letter to the king.

It's for you.

What are you doing?

Where is she?

Who?

No doubt you've discovered that loyalty
is no longer the currency of the realm,

as your father believes.

Then what is?

I'm afraid currency is the currency of
the realm.

I expect then that we can come to some
sort of understanding.

I'm here to negotiate.

I'm listening.

I'm listening intently.

These letters of mark, they are signed
by the king.

And yet they're not valid until they
bear my signature and my seal.

Or else I would not still be here.

You sent Will to get you the compass,
then, by Jack Sparrow.

It will do you no good.

Do explain.

I have been to the Isle de Morte. I have
seen the treasure myself.

There is something you need to know.

You think the comfort leads only to the
yield of murder, and so you hope to save

me from an evil fate.

But you mustn't worry.

I care not for cursed Altec gold.

My desires are not so provincial.

There's more than one chest of value in
these waters.

But perhaps you may wish to hunt your
offer.

Consider into your calculations that you
robbed me of my wedding night.

Oh, I did.

The marriage interrupted.

Or fate intervenes.

You're making great efforts to ensure
Jack Sparrow's freedom.

He's not going to Jack.

Oh, really?

To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then?

I'll still want that compass.

Well, last day it was Divine Providence
what escaped us from jail.

And last day, it was me being clever.

Ain't that right, Pootie?

Well, how do you know it weren't Divine
Providence what inspired you to be

clever?

Anyway, I ain't stealing no shit.

It ain't stealing.

It's salvaging.

Since when did you care?

Since we're not immortal no more. We've
got to take care of our immortal souls.

You know you can't read.

It's the Bible. You get credit for
trying.

Pretending to read the Bible is a lie.

That's a mark against... Look.

There it is.

Got into him.

Must have seen a cat there.

Do you mean mongrel?

Come on!

It's ours for the taking!

Tide's coming in, that should help.

We're salvaging his savings, in a manner
of speaking.

There's the truth of it!

Both of us save

it as soon as we can, but with ourselves
in such a vulnerable state and all.

I'm into that!

Why would he do that?

If Jack is the chief... Aye, the Pelagos
doesn't make Jack their chief.

But he only remains chief as long as he
acts like a chief.

So he had no choice.

He's the captain then, and what's the
worth of it?

Worth, as it turns out.

See, the Pelagos doesn't believe that
Jack is a god in human form.

And they intend to do him the honor of
releasing him from his flesh and blood.

Where's the rest of the crew?

These cages we're in weren't built until
after we got here.

The feast is about to begin.

Jack's life will end when the drums
stop.

Well, we can't just sit here and wait
then, can we?

Oh!

Hello! Oi!

Hello!

Wallwood! Big fire!

Big fire!

I am safe. One big fire.

Come on.

Oi. A boogie snickle snickle. Too sweet.
Come on. Over.

Oh, bugger.

You'll seize me, eh?

Well done.

Electro, start the climb!

Come on, men!

It'll take all of us to through the
Black Pole!

Actually, you wouldn't need everyone.

About six would do.

Boogie.

He's got me on.

He won't give it back.

Well, how'd you get it back last time?
Excellent. I worked hard, son.

We've done it for you.

Know when you'll be coming back for it.
Make it a sale, boy.

What about Jack?

I won't leave without him.

Santido.

Smart children, this is the day you
shall always remember as the day that

almost... Captain Jack Sparrow.

Yes to the first, yes to the second, but
only insofar as we keep to the shallows

as much as possible.

That seems a bit contradictory, Captain.
I have every faith in your

reconciliatory navigational skills,
Master Gibbs. Now, where is that monkey?

want to shoot something.

Jack.

Ah. Elizabeth is in danger.

Have you considered keeping a more
watchful eye on her? Maybe just lock her

somewhere. She is locked up in a prison,
bound to hang for helping you.

and one must take responsibility for
one's mistakes.

I need that compass deal, Jack.

I must create it for her freedom.

Mr. Gibb. Captain.

We have a need to travel upriver.

A need to demean her. A trifling need. A
fleeting need. A panting, panting.

No, a resolute and unusual need.

What we need to do is make sail for Port
Royal with all haste.

William, I shall trade to you the
compass.

If you will help me to find this.

You want me to find this?

No.

You want you to find this.

Because the finding of this finds you
incapacitorially finding and or locating

in your discovering the detecting of a
way to save your Dolly Bell old wasser

face.

Savvy?

There. It's going to save us.

How much do you know about Davy Jones?

Not much.

Yeah. It's going to save Elizabeth.

What's all that?

If you both fancy the dress, you'll just
have to share and wear it one after the

other.

No, it's not like that, sir.

The ship is haunted, is it now?

And you?

There's a female presence amongst us,
yes, sir.

All the men, they can feel it.

It's the ghost of a lady, widowed before
her marriage, I figure it.

Searching for her husband, lost at sea.

A virgin, too, likely as not.

And that bodes ill by all accounts.

I say that we throw the dress overboard
and we hope the spirit follows it. No,

that will just anger the spirit, sir.
What we need to do is to find out what

spirit needs and then just get it back.

Enough!

Enough!

You're a pair of superstitious gouts and
it's not the best of you.

Now, this appears to be no more as we
have a story on board.

A young woman, by the look of it.

I want you to search the ship and find
her.

Oh, and, uh...

She's probably naked.

Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?

Well, if you believe such a thing,
there's a beast at the bidding of Davy

A fearsome creature with giant tentacles
that'll suction your face clean off and

drag an entire ship down to the crushing
darkness.

The Kraken.

He's a stench of its breath.

The last thing you know when God's green
earth is the roar of the kraken and the

reeking odor of a thousand rotting
corpses.

If you believe such things, then the key
will spare him.

Now, that's the very question Jack wants
answered.

Bad enough even to go visit her.

No worries, mate.

Dear Dorman, I go way back.

Take his place.

Nigh inseparable we are.

Were.

Have been.

Before.

I'll watch her back.

It's me front I'm worried about.

Mind the boat.

Mind the boat.

Mind the boat.

Mind the boat.

Mind the boat.

You don't.

I always know the wind was going to blow
you back to me one day.

You... You have a touch of

destiny about you, William Turner.

You know me?

You are... to know me.

There'll be no knowing here.

We've come for help and we're not
leaving without it.

I thought I knew you.

Not so well as I had hoped.

Come. Come.

What service may I do you?

You know I demand payment.

I brought payment.

Look.

An undead monkey.

Top that.

No.

You've no idea how long it took us to
patch that.

The payment is here.

We're looking for this.

And what it goes to.

Decompose your battery from me.

It cannot lead you to this.

Maybe.

Why?

Jack Sparrow does not know what you
want.

Or do you know?

But allow us to claim it as your own.

Your key go to a chest.

And it is what lay inside the chest you
seek.

Don't it?

What is inside?

Gold.

Yours? Unclaimed properties of valuable
nature?

Nothing bad, I hope.

You know I've David Jones, yes?

A man at the sea.

A great sailor.

Until he ran afoul of that which vexed
all men.

What vexed all men?

The sea?

Some. It'll cut me of good and evil.

A woman.

A woman.

He fell in love.

No, no, no, no. I heard it was the sea
he fell in love with.

Same story, different versions. And all
are true.

See, it was a woman.

As changing and harsh and untamable as
the sea.

He never stopped loving her.

But the pain it caused him was too much
to live with.

But not enough to cause him to die.

What exactly did he put into the chest?

Your mind.

Literally or figuratively? He couldn't
literally put his heart in the chest.

Could he?

It was not worth feeling what...

Smile fleeting joy life brings.

And so, in carved ultimate,

lock it away in a chest and hide the
chest from the world.

The key, you keep with him at all times.

You knew this? I did not. I didn't know
where the key was. But now we do.

So all that's left is to climb aboard
the Flying Dutchman, grab the key, you

back to Port Royal and save your bonnie
life, right?

Let me see your hand.

The Blacks are back.

The Blacks fall. The Blacks fall.

My eyesight's as good as ever, just so
you know.

David Jones cannot make words.

Cannot step on land but once every ten
years.

Land is where he was safe, Jack Sparrow.

And so you will carry a land with you.

Dirt.

This is a jar of dirt.

Yes.

Is the jar of dirt going to help?

If you don't want it, give it back.

Oh.

It seems we have a need to find the
Flying Dutchman.

A torch of destiny.

That's the Flying Dutchman.

It doesn't look like much.

Neither do you.

Do not underestimate her.

Must have run appalled at the reef.

So what's your plan, then?

I row over, search the ship until I find
your bloody key.

And if they're a crewman?

I cut down anyone in my path.

I like it.

Simple, easy to remember.

You'll carry out a race, you sire!

Just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle
his debt.

Might save your life.

Call the lawyers!

That's the rat.

There's no use you run aground

Turn on your marabons and fry.

Five men still alive. The rats have
moved on.

Do you feel dead?

Do you feel that dark?

Abyss.

All your deeds lay bare.

All your sins punished.

I can offer you an escape.

Don't listen to him.

Do you know?

I'll take my chances, sir.

To the death.

Complain!

Life is cruel.

Why should the afterlife be any
different?

I offer you a choice.

Join my crew and postpone the judgment.

One hundred years before the must.

Will ye sell?

I will sell.

You are neither dead

nor dying.

What is your purpose here?

Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt.

What is your purpose here?

Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt.

Huh. Did they know?

I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer.

You have a date to pay.

You've been captain of the Black Pearl
for 13 years.

That was our agreement.

Technically, I was only captain for two
years, and I was viciously muted upon.

Then you were a poor captain, but a
captain nonetheless.

Have you not introduced yourself all
these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?

You have my payment. One soul to serve
on your ship is already over there. One

soul is not equal to another.

Aha! So we've established my proposal of
standard principle, now we're just

haggling over pride.

Price.

Just how many souls do you think my soul
is worth?

One hundred souls.

Three days.

You're a diamond, mate.

Send me back the boy, I'll get started
right off.

I keep the boy. A good faith payment.
That leaves you only 99 more to go.

Have you not met Will Turner?

He's a noble, heroic, terrific soprano.
With at least four.

Maybe three and a half.

And did I happen to mention he's in
love?

With a girl.

Due to be married.

Oh.

Dividing him from her and her from him
would only be half as cruel as actually

allowing them to be joined in holy
matrimony.

Aye.

I keep the boy 99 soul, son.

But I wonder, Sparrow,

Can you lower this?

Can you condemn an innocent man, a
friend, to a lifetime of solitude in

name while you roam free?

Yep, I'm good with it.

Shall we steal him blood? I mean, ink.

Oh!

Three days.

Mr. Gibbs.

Hi.

I feel solid and unusual.

And how do you intend to harvest these
99 souls in three days?

Fortunately, it was mum as the condition
in which these souls need be.

Ah.

Tortuga.

Tortuga.

It's an outrage.

Poor Tara's birthing feed.

Warf and Link and Heaven help us pilot
it. And we ought to work for the East

India Trading Company there.

I'm afraid, sir, Tortuga is the only
free port left in these waters. A pirate

port is what you mean. Well, I'm sorry.
An honest sailor is what I am. I make my

living fair and I sleep well each night.

Sir.

She wants you to do something.

Try to give her a sign.

Over there!

Look for a sign!

Look there!

There it is!

There's the sign!

What sign?

We can be a family. Look like entrails.

I would be a bad son.

What's that over there?

And what makes you think you're worthy
to crew the Black Pearl?

Truth be told, I never say I only die in
my life. I figure I should get out and

see the world while I'm still young.

You'll do.

Me too, Ma.

Nick!

My wife ran off with my dog.

And I'm drunk for a month.

And I don't give a ass rat if I live or
die.

Perfect!

Nick!

Me have one arm and a bum leg.

It's the crew's list for you. I know
what I want. Nick!

Ever since I was a little lad, I've
always wanted to sail the seas.

Forever. Sooner than you think.

Sign the roster.

Thanks very much.

How are we going?

Including those four? That gives us
four.

And what's your story?

My story?

It's exactly the same as your story,
just one chapter behind.

I chased a man across the seven seas.

The pursuit cost me my crew, my
commission, and my

life.

Commodore? No, not anymore. Weren't you
listening?

I nearly had you all after me.

I would have.

It's not for the hurricane.

Lord, you didn't try to sail through it.

So do I make your crew.

Or not.

You haven't said where you're going.

Somewhere nice.

So am I worthy to serve under Captain
Jack Sparrow?

Or should I just kill you now?

You're hired.

Sorry.

Old habits, my lad.

Time

to

go? Aye.

Ah! Ah!

Who's boss?

Don't miss that time.

That's all right.

That's all right. That's all right.

That's all right.

Hold that weevil to his feet.

Five lashes will remind you to stay on
him. No.

Impeding me in my duties.

Your share of punishment.

I'll take it all. Will you now?

And what was wrong with such an act of
charity?

It's my son.

What fortuitous circumstance be this?

My lashes be old, I believe it is.

No, I won't!

out of the fight, Mr.

Turner. Your issue will be like things,
be it with a person and a your own.

No.

No! No!

Boy Will I don't need your help The most
on Christ himself

on cleaving flesh from both with every
swing So I'm to understand what you

did was an act of compassion Yes

100

years before the mast

You see, you are, bit by bit, until you
end up like poor women.

Once you've sworn an oath to the
Dutchman, there's no leaving it.

Not until your debt is paid.

I've sworn no oath.

Where is the key?

Hidden. Where is the chest?

Hidden.

Captain Sparrow!

Come to join me, crew, lad? Welcome
aboard.

I'm here to find the man I love.

I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first
and only love is the sea.

Feening William Turner, Captain Sparrow.

There's a girl.

Hide the rum.

You know, these clothes do not flatter
you at all. It should be a dress or

nothing. I happen to have no dress in my
cabinet. Jack.

I know Will came to find you. Where is
he?

Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to
tell you this, but through an

and entirely unforeseeable series of
circumstances that have nothing

to do with me,

poor Will has been press -ganged into
Davy Jones's crew.

Davy Jones?

Oh, please.

The captain of the Flying Dutchman.

You look bloody awful. What are you
doing here? You hired me.

I can't help it if your standards are
lax. You smell funny. Jack. All I want

to find Will.

Are you certain?

Is that what you really want, Marst?

Of course.

Because I would think you'd want to find
a way to save Will, Mother.

And you'd have a way of doing that.

Well, there is a chest. Oh, dear.

A chest of unknown size and origin. What
contains a still beaten heart of Davy

Jones.

And whoever possesses that chest
possesses the leverage to command Jones

whatever it is he or she wants.

Including saving brave William from his
grim face.

You don't actually believe him, do you?

How would we find out?

But this, my compass, is unique.

Unique here having the meaning of
broken.

True enough.

This compass does not point yours.

Nay.

Where does it point?

It points to the thing you want most in
this world.

Magic.

Are you telling the truth?

Every word, love.

And what you want most in this world is
to find the chest.

Of Davy Charles, is it not?

To save Will?

By finding the chest of Davy Charles.

Mr. Gibb!

Captain! We have our headache.

Finally!

Cast off those lines, weigh anchor, and
prowl that canvas!

The swan.

Welcome to the crew, former Commodore.

There's something to knowing the exact
shape of the world and one's place in

Don't you agree?

I assure you, these are not necessary.

I had you brought here because I thought
you'd be interested in the whereabouts

of your daughter.

You have news of her?

Most recently seen on the island of
Tortuga and left in the company of the

pirate Jack Sparrow and other fugitives
from justice.

Justice? Hardly.

Including the previous owner of this
store, I believe.

Our ships are in pursuit.

And justice will be dispensed by
cannonade and cutlass and all manner of

remorseless pieces of metal.

I personally find it distasteful to even
contemplate the horror facing all those

on board.

What do you want from me?

Your authority as governor, your
influence in London, and your loyalty to

East India Trading Company.

To you, you mean.

Shall I remove these shackles?

Do what you can for my daughter.

You see, Martha, every man has a price
he will willingly accept.

Even for what he hoped never to sell.

I wager ten years.

I'll max ten years.

Agreed.

Wondering how it's played?

I understand.

It's a game of dictates.

But your bet includes all the dice, not
just your own.

What do they wager?

Not the only thing we have.

Years of service.

So any crew member can be challenged.

Why? Anyone.

I challenge Davy Jones.

Accept it.

The stakes, my soul, an eternity of
servitude.

No!

Against.

Did you know 16?

That's not part of the game, is it?

You can still walk away.

I'm in. Matching his wager. No.

Don't do this.

The guy's cast.

I bid three twos.

It's your bid, Captain.

4 -5

Eight fives.

Welcome to the crew.

Twelve fives.

Twelve fives.

Call me a liar.

Or up the bed.

And be called a liar myself for my
trouble.

Bootstrap belt, you're a liar, and you
will spend an eternity on this ship.

Master Turner, feel free to go ashore.

The very next time we make port.

Fool.

Why did you do that?

Captain says I'm to relieve you.

Captain's orders.

Yeah. Take this, too.

Now get yourself to land and stay there.

It was always in my blood to die at sea.

But it was not a fate I ever wanted for
you.

It's not a fate you had to choose for
yourself, either.

I could say I did what I had to when I
left you to go partying.

But it would taste a lie to say it
wasn't what I wanted.

You owe me nothing, Will.

Now go.

I'll know you helped me.

What more can they do to me?

I'll take this with a promise.

I'll find a way to sever Jones's hold on
you.

and not rest until this blade pierces
his heart.

I will not abandon you.

Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading
Company.

Ah.

Will was working for Beckett and never
said a word. Ah.

Beckett wants the compass.

Only one reason for that.

Of course.

He wants the chest.

Yes, he did say something about a chest.

If the company controls the chest, they
control the sea.

A truly discomforting notion, love.

And bad.

Bad for every mother's son what calls
himself pirate.

Or speed to be coaxed from these fails.

Brace the foyer!

Might I inquire as to how you came by
these?

Equation.

Friendly. Decided you not.

Will strikes the deal for these and
upholds it with honour. Yet you were the

standing here with the crime.

Full pardon.

Commission is a private here on behalf
of England and the East India Trading

Company.

As if I could be bought for such a low
price.

Jack, the letter's given back. No.

Persuade me.

You do know words when you have to
handle a sword.

As I said, persuade me.

It's a curious thing.

There was a time when I would have given
anything for you to look like that

while thinking about me.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, I think you do.

Oh, don't be afraid. I trust him, that's
all.

So you never wondered how your latest
fiancé ended up on the Flying Dutchman

the first place?

Strange thing to come upon a longboat so
far out in open waters. You've put in

many lead binders as you can.

As far as you can.

And what are we running for?

That's right.

Where did you get it?

It was found aboard the ship.

The crew thought it was a spirit
bringing some omen of ill fate.

That's foolish.

Oh yes, exceedingly foolish.

It brought good fortune.

The spirit told us pull in a Tortuga and
we made a nice bit of profit there. Off

the pokes, of course.

I imagine some of your crew may have
jumped ship there.

Why do you ask?

Captain, a ship's been spotted.

Colour? She isn't flying any.

Pilots. Oh, my.

You will want that.

Let

no

joyful voice be heard.

Let no man look up at the sky with hope.

And let this day be cut by we who ready
to wait.

That kid's what happened.

Must have hit a reef.

Oh, it's not here. He must have been
claimed by the sea.

I am the sea.

You need time alone with your thoughts.

Frank! What of the survivors?

There are no survivors.

The chest is no longer safe.

Charta costa illa crutae.

Get me there first or there'll be the
devil to pay.

First?

Who sent that stupid charlatan onto my
set? Who told them of the key?

Jack Barrow.

My tremendous intuitive sense of the
female creature informs me that you are

troubled.

But I'd be married by now.

I'd be married.

You know,

Izzy, I am Captain of

Age.

And being captain of a ship, I could in
fact perform a mariage.

Right here.

Right on this deck.

Right now.

Oh, thank you.

Why not?

We are very much alike, you and I. I and
you.

Us. Except for a sense of honour and
decency and a moral centre.

And personal hygiene.

Trifles.

You will come over to my side. I know
it.

You seem very certain.

One word, love.

Curiosity.

You long for freedom.

You long to do what you want to do
because you want it.

To act on selfish impulse.

You want to see Blitz lie.

One day, you won't be able to resist.

Why doesn't your compass work?

My compass works fine.

Because you and I are alike.

And there will come a moment when you
have a chance to show it.

To do the right thing.

I love those moments.

I like to wave at them as they pass by.

You'll have the chance to do something,
something courageous.

And when you do, you'll discover
something.

That you're a good man.

All evidence to the contrary.

Oh, I have faith in you.

Want to know why?

Do tell, dearie.

Curiosity.

You're going to want it.

A chance to be admired and gain the
rewards that follow.

You won't be able to resist.

You're going to want to know what it
tastes like.

I do want to know what it tastes like.

But seeing as you're a good man, I know
that you've never put me in a position

that would compromise my honor.

I'm proud of you, Dad.

I want my jar of dirt.

Don't pull in too fast.

Don't pull in too slow.

We don't want a Kraken that catches.

I'm saving me strength for when it
comes.

And I don't think it's Kraken anyways.

I always heard it said Kraken. Well,
with a long I.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Cropland's there, it's pronounced in the
original Scandinavian. A Kraken's

closer to that. Well, we ain't original
Scandinavians, are we?

Crazy. It's a mythological creature and
calls it what I want.

Guard the boat, mind the tide.

Don't touch my dick.

It doesn't work.

And it certainly doesn't show you what
you want most.

Yes, it does.

You're sitting on it.

Beg pardon?

Move.

I've got her broke.

Mind the car. I'm going to join the
circus. Don't mind if I sign your suit,

They're here.

And I cannot set foot on land again for
near of a decade.

You'll trust us to act in your stead.

I'll trust you to know what awaits you
should you fail.

Down then!

You actually were telling the truth.

I do that quite a lot. Your people are
always surprised.

With good reason.

You're all right, thank God. I came to
find you.

How did you get here?

Sea turtles, mate.

A pair of them strapped to my feet.

Not so easy, is it?

But I do owe you thanks, Jack.

You do?

After you tricked me onto that ship to
square your debt with Jones.

What? What?

I was reunited with my father.

Oh, well, you welcomed him.

Everything you said to me.

Every word was a lie.

Pretty well.

Time and tide, love.

Boy.

What are you doing?

I'm going to kill Jones.

Can't let you do that, will you?

Because if Jones is dead, who's to call
his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh?

Now, if you please.

I keep the promises I make, Jack.

I intend to free my father.

I hope you're here to see him.

I can't let you do that either.

So sorry.

I knew you'd warm up to me eventually.

Lord Beckett desires the contents of
that chest.

I deliver it.

I get my life back.

The dark side of ambition.

Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of
redemption.

Don't touch her!

wants a chest for himself, don't he? Mr.
Norrington, I think he's trying to

regain a bit of honor.

Old Jack's looking to trade it, save his
own skin.

And Turner there, I think he's trying to
settle some unresolved business with

him and his twice -cursed pirate father.

Sad.

That chest must be worth more than a
shiny penny.

Terrible temptation.

If we was any kind of decent, we'd
remove temptation from their path.

No. Why do you need me to do that?

Surely, Mr.

Norrington.

Do excuse me while I kill the man who
ruined my life. Be my guest. Let us

examine that claim for a moment from the
Commodore, shall we?

Who was it that at the very moment you
had a notorious pirate faithfully behind

bars saw fit to freeze dead pirates and
take your dearly beloved all to himself?

I... So whose fault is it really that
you've ended up a rumpot deckhand what

takes orders from pirates?

Enough!

Unfortunately, Mr. Turner.

He's right!

We got it!

... ...

Do it! Do it! Do it!

I need help. I need help.

Follow my voice. Follow my voice.

To the left.

No. Turn around.

Go to the right. Go.

No.

That's a tree.

Oh, shut it.

Ha,

ha, ha, ha!

Unless you plan on using him to hit
something with.

We're not getting out of there.

Over the chest.

Into the boat.

It's all mine.

Don't wait for me. Hey!

I say we respect his final wish. Aye!

Let's go.

Your bravery is wasted.

I shall pry the chest away from your
cold, dead hands.

Here you go.

I'll make love.

Hey, no one here.

What happened to the chest?

No, I didn't take it to draw them off.

You're pulling too hard.

You're pulling hard enough.

Where's the Commodore?

Well, behind.

My prayers be with you.

Better not wallow in our grief.

The bright side is, you're back.

and made it all free and clear.

Lord,

I did it.

I'll handle this, mate.

Negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git?

Look what I got.

I got a jar of dirt.

I got a jar of dirt.

And guess what's inside it?

Enough.

Roger, Selma.

his beloved child back to the dead.

Let

them

taste the triple gun.

So is what you thought!

Come on, Dad!

She's falling behind!

Aye, we've got her!

We're the boss, huh? Against the wind,
the Dutchman beefs us. That's how she

takes her prey. But with the wind, we
rob her advantage.

Ah!

We're out of range!

Break off the ship! Run out light and
douse canvas!

We're giving up!

We're giving up!

My father is on that ship. If we can
outrun her, we can

take her. We should turn and fight.

Why fight when you can negotiate?

All one needs is a proper leverage.

What is it?

What is it? Something.

We must enter reef!

No.

It's not a reef!

Get away from the raft!

What is it?

The Kraken.

To arms!

No guns!

Defend the man! It'll attack Istanbul!
I've seen it before!

Right out the cat is in the hole for my
signal!

about by a lot

Whatever you do, don't miss.

As soon as you're clear.

We are shocked.

Stopped on gunpowder.

There's only half a dozen checks of
powder!

Then load the rug!

I'm over here!

Thank you.

Did we kill it?

No.

We just made it angry.

We're not out of this yet. Captain,
orders!

Abandon ship.

Into the longboat.

Jack!

The Pearl!

She's only a ship, mate.

He's right. We have to head for land.

It's a lot of open water.

It's a lot of water.

We have to try.

We can get away as it takes down the Po.

Abandon ship.

Abandon ship or abandon hope.

We're not free yet, though.

You came back.

I always knew you were a good man.

Where's Jack?

He'd like to stay behind to go to the
car.

Also bad?

Oh.

Jack Sparrow.

I was deadly settled.

The captain goes down with his ship.

Turns out not even Jack Sparrow can best
the devil.

Open the chest.

Open the chest. I need to see it.

Love you, Jack Sparrow!

The last of our ships has returned.

Is there any news on the chest?

None. But one of the ships did pick up a
man adrift at sea.

Yet the...

I took the liberty of filling in my
name.

If you intend to claim these, then you
must have something to trade.

Have a compass.

Bet.

The heart of Davy Jones.

against the cord and the arrow.

It's a shame.

I know you're thinking that with the
bird, you could have captured the devil

set free your father's soul.

It doesn't matter now.

The pearl's gone.

Along with it, Captain.

Aye.

And already the world seems a bit less
bright.

You fooled us all right till the end.

But I guess that honest streak finally
won out.

To Jack Sparrow.

Never another lot, Captain Jack.

He was a gentleman of fortune, he was.

He was a good man.

If there was anything that could be done
to bring him back.

Elizabeth. Would you do it?

Hmm?

What would you?

Hmm?

What would any of you be willing to do?

Hmm?

Would you sail to the ends of the earth
and beyond to fetch back Witty Jack

and impress us?

First.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Yes.

Aye. All right.

But if you go in red, you're weird.

and haunted shores at world's end.

Then you will need a captain who knows
those waters.

Now tell me, what become of my head?