I'm havin' a thought here, Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce, I scurry over to the Interceptor, and I negotiate the return of your medallion, eh? What say you to that?

Now, y'see, Jack, that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easier to search when they're dead. Lock him in the brig.
[Barbossa's men take Jack away, Barbossa takes his apple from him, and looks at it wistfully before angrily throwing it away]