No worries, mates. Tia Dalma and I go way back; Thick as thieves. Nigh unseperable we are... were... have been... before...

[going to see Tia Dalma.]

I'll watch yer back.

It's me front I'm worried about...

[To Will.]

Mind the boat.

[To Pintel.]

Mind the boat.

[To Ragetti.]

Mind the boat.

[To Marty.]

Mind the boat.

[To Mr. Cotton and his parrot.]

Mind the boat.

*Squawk* Mind the boat.
[Flies into Tia Dalma's shack, leaving Mr. Cotton to mind the boat.]