You know you can't read!
It's the Bible, you get credit for trying!
Pretendin' to read the Bible's a lie! That's a mark against ... [points up.]
You know you can't read!
It's the Bible, you get credit for trying!
Pretendin' to read the Bible's a lie! That's a mark against ... [points up.]
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...
I don't think it's "Kraken" anyways, always heard it said "kray-kin".
What? with a long A? Na-na-na-na-no-no no, "kroh-ken"'s how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian, and "Kraken"'s closer to that.
Well we ain't original Scandinavians, are we? "Kray-kin".
It's a mythological creature, I can calls it what I wants!
How'd this go all screwy?
Well, each man wants the chest for himself, don't 'e? Mr. Norrington, I think, is trying to regain a bit of honor. Old Jack's looking to trade it, save his own skin. And Turner there, I think 'e's trying to settle some unresolved business 'twixt him and his twice-cursed pirate father. [belches.]
Sad. That chest must be worth more 'n a pretty penny.
Terrible temptation.
If we was any sort of decent, we'd remove temptation from their path.
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!
Well, I say it was Divine Providence what helped us escape from jail.
And I say it was me being clever. Ain't that right, poochy?
How do you know it wasn't Divine Providence that inspired you to be clever? Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship.
It ain't stealing, it's salvaging. And 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's a lie! That's a mark against... [points upwards]
Why, what're they all fightin' for?
Oi reckon each wants the Ches' for his self.