[Jack is trying to read the charts.]
Up is down. Well that's just maddeningly unhelpful. Why are these things never clear?
Clear as mud, Jackie.
What, eh?
Stab the heart!
No, Don't stab the heart!
Come again?
The Dutchman must have a captain.
Well, that's even more than less than unhelpful.
Sail the seas for eternity.
What about port?
I prefer rum. Rum's good.
Making port.
Where we can get rum and salty wenches... once every ten years.
What'd he say?
Once every ten years.
Ten years is a long time, mate...
Even longer given the deficit of rum.
But eternity is longer still.
And how will you be spending it, dead? Or not?
The Immortal Captain Sparrow.
Oh, I like that!
Come sunset, it won't matter.
[Suddenly figuring out the charts]
Not sunset...Sundown! And rise... up! [begins running back and forth between the sides of the ship.]
