Not quite according to plan.
Complications arose, ensued, were overcome.
Not quite according to plan.
Complications arose, ensued, were overcome.
Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something more... shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta 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, its been some time since we did a speck of honest piratin'.
Shiny?
Aye, shiny.
Is that how you're all feeling, then? That maybe old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?
*Squawk* Walk the plank!
WHAT DID THE BIRD SAY?!
Captain, you know that don't do any 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. If 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 needs be unlocked... which we don't have... without having first found the key what unlocks it?
So, we're going after this key!
You're not making any sense at all.
All hands on deck! Make fast the bunt gasket! On deck! Scurry! Scurry! I want movement! Movement! I want movement! Lift the skin up! Keep your loof! Haul those sheets! Run them! Run! Keep running! Run as if the Devil himself and itself is upon us!
Do we have a heading?
Argh! [realises who it is.] Run! Land.
Which port?
I didn't say 'port'. I said 'land'. Any land.
Let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea.
Yes to the first and yes to the second, but only insofar as we keep to the shallows as much as possible.
That's seems a bit contradictory, Captain.
I have every faith in your reconcilliatory navigational skills, Master Gibbs. Now where is that monkey? I want to shoot something!
Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?
Well, if you believe such things... there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones - 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. They say the stench of its breath is...[shudders] Imagine... the last thing you know on God's green Earth is the roar of the Kraken, and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses... if you believe such things.
And the key will spare him that?
Well, that's the very question Jack wants answered. Bad enough even to go visit...her.
"Her?"
No worries, mates. Tia Dalma and I go way back; Thick as thieves. Nigh unseperable we are... were... have been... before...
I'll watch yer back.
It's me front I'm worried about...
Mind the boat.
Mind the boat.
Mind the boat.
Mind the boat.
Mind the boat.
*Squawk* Mind the boat.
[Flies into Tia Dalma's shack, leaving Mr. Cotton to mind the boat.]
You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea. A great sailor. Until he ran afoul of that which vexes all men.
What vexes all men?
What, indeed?
The sea?
Sums?
The dichotomy of good and evil?
A woman.
See, it was a woman. He fell in love...
No, no, no, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.
Same story, different versions. And all are true. You see, it was a woman. As harsh, changing and untamable like the sea. Him never stopped loving her...
What about Norrington?
He fell behind.
Our thoughts be with him. [pause] Well, best not wallow in our grief!
Abandon ship. Into the longboat.
Jack! The Pearl!
She's only a ship, mate.
It doesn't matter anymore. The Pearl is gone...along with its captain.
Aye...and already the world seems to be a bit less bright. He fooled us all to the very end. But I guess that honest streak finally won out. [Raises mug.] To Jack Sparrow!
Never another like Captain Jack!
He was a gentleman of fortune, he was.
He was a good man.
If there was anything could be done to bring him back... Elizabeth...
Would you do it? Hmmm? What... would you? Hmmm? What would any of you be willing to do? Hmmm? Would you sail to the end or the earth, and beyond, to fetch back witty Jack and 'im precious Pearl?
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
*Squawk!* Aye, aye!
Yes.
Aye.
Good. But if you're goin' brave de weird and haunted shores at World's End, den... you will need a captain who knows dose waters.
So tell me, what's become of my ship? [bites into an apple.] Har har har ha!
Now all that's left is to climb aboard Davy Jones's crocodile machine or whatever it's called. [to crew offscreen] What's the bloody thing called? Flying what..? Dutchman!
I shall help you find the compass if you'll do strange things to my dog. His name is Tim.
Let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea.
Yes to the first and yes to the second but only insofar as we I'll just start that take again shall I?
Good idea.
The charge is conspiring to set free a man convicted of... [sighs]
I can't read my own writing. Crimes, thank you very much.
The charge is conspiring to set free a man legally lawfully I'm sorry I'm slightly confused about what version we're doing. Shall I say it or does Jonathon say it?
It's my line, dear.
Oh, sorry.
That's mine, bitch!
Are you certain? [loud creaking sound]..... [quietly] Sorry.
Why fight when you can negotiate? All one needs- [realizes a dreadlock is stuck in the jar of dirt] [Will cracks up laughing] Help?
There is a female presence on board, sir. All the men have felt her- [rest of the crew crack up laughing] No, they haven't felt her...
Your recolciliatory reacaliotory relalaltrltyyua LA. There, I said it, I feel better for it.
Again! Again!
Kill him!
If you want to brave the weird, and haunted shores at World's End, then... [tries to move, realizes her dress is stuck on a table] I'm stuck, sorry.