I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father.

I knew him. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him "Bootstrap" or "Bootstrap Bill".

"Bootstrap"?

Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him.

That's not true. He was a merchant sailor, a good and honest man who obeyed the law.

He was a bloody pirate! A scallywag.

My father was not a pirate! [threatens Jack with a sword]

Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again.

You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement! In a fair fight, I'd kill you!

Well, that's not much incentive for me to fight fair then, is it? [turns the wheel rapidly, bringing a yard swinging around; Will ends up hanging onto it over the ocean] Now as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do, an' what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me for example. I can let you drown. But I can't bring this ship all the way into Tortuga all by me onsie, savvy? So- [swings the wheel again; the yard comes back and Will drops to the deck] Can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?

Tortuga?

Tortuga.