That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen.

[Angrily, through his teeth]

So it would seem.

We know you're 'ere, poppet!

P-poppet.

Come out...and we promise we won't hurt you.

Eh? [points to his nose, then points downward]

We will find you, poppet. You've got somethin' of ours, and it calls to us.

[Silence, then Pintel speaks.]

The gold calls to us.

G-gold...

[A few seconds later, Pintel peeks inside the closet door Elizabeth is hiding behind.] [grinning]

'Ello, poppet.

[talking to Will]

No reason to fret, just a prick in the finger, few drops of blood...

No mistakes this time; he's only half Turner. We spill it all!

...Guess there is reason to fret.