You haven't said where were going... somewhere nice?! (pushes Gibbs aside) So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow? Or I should just kill you now?
You're hired.
You haven't said where were going... somewhere nice?! (pushes Gibbs aside) So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow? Or I should just kill you now?
You're hired.
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.
It's real!
You actually were telling the truth.
I do that quite a lot. Yet people are always surprised.
With good reason.
I keep the promises I made, Jack. I intend to free my father. I hope you're here to see it.
I can't let you do that either. So sorry.
I knew you warm up to me eventually.
Lord Beckett desires the contents of the chest. I get it, I'll get my life back.
Ah, the dark side of ambition.
I like to see it as a promise of redemption.
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. He had these.
I took the liberty of filling in my name.
If you intend to claim these, then you must have something to trade. Do you have the Compass?
Better. The heart of Davy Jones.
What say you? Am I worthy to serve under the great Captain Jack Sparrow?
You're hired.
I only wanted the satisfaction of doing it myself!
Do excuse me while I kill the man who ruined my life.
Be my guest.
Let us examine that claim for a moment, Former Commodore; shall we? Who was it, at the very moment you had a notorious pirate safely behind bars, saw fit to free said pirate, and take your dearly beloved all to his self? Aye? So whose fault is it really, that you've ended up a rum-pot deck-hand who takes orders from pirates?
Enough! [strikes at Jack, who leaps out of the way]. Unfortunately, Mr. Turner: he's right! [they fight again]