[Regarding the dead bodies strapped to the barrels]
I told myself, think like Jack.
And this is what you arrived at? Lead Beckett to Shipwreck Cove, gain his trust to accomplish your own ends? It's like you don't know me at all, mate. And how does your dearly beloved feel about this? [nods when Will looks away] Ah... you've not seen fit to tell her.
[Sighs quietly]
...I'm losing her, Jack. Every step I make to my father, is a step away from Elizabeth.
Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away, you lose it for certain. If I may lend a machete to your intellectual thicket, avoid the choice altogether. Change the facts. Let someone else dispatch Jones...
Who? [Looks at Jack, who is smiling] You?
Death has a way of reshuffling one's priorities. I slip aboard the Dutchman, find the heart, stab the beating thing, free your father from his debt, and you are free to be with your charming murderess.
... And you're willing to cut your heart out? Bind yourself to the Dutchman forever?
No, mate. I'm free forever. Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map, free from death itself.
[suddenly cunningly sullen]
But you have to do the job, Jack. You have to ferry souls to the next world... or end up like Jones. [Makes a tentacles gesture. Jack cringes and touches his own beard]
I haven't the face for tentacles. But, immortal has to count for something, eh? Oh![Hands Will his magic compass]
Think like me. It will come to you [Walks to Will and breathes his rummy breath at Will. Will staggers back and falls off the Pearl. Jack rolls the last body-tied barrel off the ship next to Will as he sails away] My regards to Davy Jones!
[Pulls himself onto the barrel, glaring back at Jack as he sails away]
I hate him.
[Sailing through Davy Jone's Locker, Pintel and Ragetti watch dead souls float by in the water]
Eerie! That's downright ma-cab-re! [pronounced phonetically]
[nods]
I wonder what would happen if you dropped a cannonball on one of 'em.
[Both chuckle, run off, and come back carrying cannonballs. Tia Dalma stops them with an angry look on her face.] [dropping the cannonball]
Be disrespectful, it would...
[Tia Dalma sits in her cell aboard the Black Pearl with the locket open in the palm of her hand. She slowly closes it, then turns and stands as the music starts again. As she reaches the edge of her cell, the shadow of Davy Jones can be seen walking slowly towards her.]
My sweet... you come for me?
[stops]
You were expecting me.
It has been torture, trapped in this single form... cut off from the sea... from all that I love... from you.
[continues walking]
Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged me. Ten years I looked after those who'd died at sea. And finally, when we could be together again, you weren't there. [snaps his locket shut] Why weren't you there?
It's my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?
[turns abruptly and walks to the other end of her cell]
I do not love you.
[following him]
Many things you were, Davy Jones, but never cruel. You have corrupted your purpose and so yourself. And you did hide away what should always have been mine. [places a hand on his chest, causing the fishiness to fade away, then smiles and raises her hand to his cheek]
[startled, he, in turn, touches her face]
Calypso...
I will be free, and when I am, I would give you my heart and we would be together always. [removes her hand from his face and he fades back] If only you had a heart to give.
[Davy's claw closes around her neck] [scared]
Why did you come?
[releases her and tries to pull his claw back through the bars, but it is too large to fit, so he instead steps directly forward through the bars]
And what fate have you planned for your captors?
The Brethren Court? [walks back to the opposite end of her cell] All of them... the last thing they will learn in this life is how cruel I can be. [Davy Jones walks to the back of her cell and she turns] And what of your fate... Davy Jones?
[turns his head slightly in her direction]
My heart will always belong to you.
[Tia Dalma turns back towards the bars, smiling, as Davy walks through the back wall of her cell]
[Upon coming across the Kraken's corpse]
Still thinking about running, Jack? ... You know, the problem with being the last of anything, is that by and by, there be none left at all.
Sometimes things come back, mate. We're living proof, you and me.
Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that's dead certain.
... Summoning the Brethren Court then, is it?
That's a sad commentary in and of itself.
The world used to be a bigger place.
The world's still the same. There's just... less in it.
