Jack
[Marked by the Black Spot, Jack Sparrow runs around on deck, rousing the crew.]
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!
Gibbs
Do we have a heading?
Jack
Argh! [realises who it is.] Run! Land.
Gibbs
Which port?
Jack
I didn't say 'port'. I said 'land'. Any land.

