Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Page #2

bloodthirsty pirates have come to fear.

[Cannon fire booming]

A piece of eight.

Nine of them, you say.

Our new friend in Singapore

was very specific, sir.

Nine pieces of eight.

What's the significance of that,

I wonder.

Nothing can hold against the armada.

Not with the Flying Dutchman

at the lead.

Nothing we know of.

Did your friend mention

where the Brethren Court are meeting?

He was mum on that, sir.

Hmm.

Then he knows the value of information.

Better keep this between ourselves.

We don't want anyone

running off to Singapore, do we?

- Ah, admiral.

- You summoned me, Lord Beckett.

Yes. Something for you there.

Your new station deserves an old friend.

- Not more requisition orders.

- No, sir.

Execution.

[Sword unsheathed]

The Brethren know they face extinction.

All that remains is for them to decide

where they make their final stand.

No one said anything about cold.

I'm sure there must be

a good reason for our suffering.

Why don't that obeah woman

bring Jack back the same way

- she brought back Barbossa?

- Because Barbossa was only dead.

Jack Sparrow is taken, body and soul,

to a place not of death, but punishment.

The worst fate a person

can bring upon himself...

...stretching on forever.

That's what awaits

at Davy Jones' Locker.

Yeah. I knew there was a good reason.

[Groaning]

[Shudders] Nothing here is set.

These can't be

as accurate as modern charts.

No. But it leads to more places.

"Over the edge.

Over again."

"Sunrise sets.

Flash of green."

Do you care to interpret,

Captain Barbossa?

Ever gazed upon the green flash,

Master Gibbs?

I reckon I seen my fair share.

Happens on rare occasion.

The last glimpse of sunset,

a green flash shoots up into the sky.

Some go their whole lives

without ever seeing it.

Some claim to have seen it who ain't.

And some say...

It signals when a soul

comes back to this world from the dead.

- Sorry.

- Trust me, young Master Turner.

It's not getting to the land

of the dead that's the problem.

It's getting back.

[Man] Bosun!

Head to wind! Lift the sail!

[Man] Bosun!

Head to wind! Lift the sail!

[Man 2] Aye, aye, sir!

Bloody hell. There's nothing left.

Jones is a loose cannon, sir.

Fetch the chest.

And the governor?

He's been asking questions

about the heart.

Does he know?

Then perhaps his usefulness

has run its course.

- [Organ playing]

- [Sighing]

[Music box playing]

[Music box stops]

[Man] Step lively, men.

Step lively!

Stand fast!

Steady, men.

Go. All of you.

And take that infernal thing with you.

I will not have it on my ship!

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that...

because I will.

Because it seems to be

the only way to ensure

that this ship do as directed

by the company.

We need prisoners to interrogate,

which tends to work best

when they're alive.

The Dutchman sails

as its captain commands.

And its captain

is to sail it as commanded.

I would have thought you'd learned that

when I ordered you to kill your pet.

This is no longer your world, Jones.

The immaterial has become...

...immaterial.

[Norrington] Charge your bayonets.

[Heartbeat]

How long do we continue not talking?

Once we rescue Jack,

everything'll be fine.

Then we rescue Jack.

For what we want most...

...there is a cost

must be paid in the end.

- Barbossa, ahead!

- Aye, we're good and lost now.

- Lost?

- For certain you have to be lost

to find a place as can't be found.

Elseways, everyone

would know where it was.

- We're gaining speed.

- Aye.

To stations!

All hands to stations!

- [Men shouting]

- Huh?

Rudder full. Hard aport! Gather way.

Nay! Belay that!

Let her run straight and true!

Blimey.

- You've doomed us all.

- Don't be so unkind.

You may not survive

to pass this way again,

and these be the last

friendly words you'll hear.

Tie her off.

[Muttering]

Hard aport.

[Men shouting]

Hold on!

- [Music playing]

- [Cannons firing]

[Man laughs] Strike your colors,

you blooming cockroaches.

[Man 2] Dead men tell no tales.

[Echoing]

[Man sniffing]

[Gunshot]

My peanut.

Haul the halyard. Slacken braces.

Aye, captain.

Slacken braces.

Step lively with a will.

- Aye, aye.

- Right away, sir.

I want a fire down below!

- Help.

- Man the yards, you filthy toads.

[Muffled groaning]

[Clucking]

[All] Haul! Haul!

Haul the sheets handsomely.

Scandalize the lateens.

- Aye, sir.

- Right away, sir.

- Mr. Sparrow?

- Aye, cap'n.

What say you about

the condition of this tack line?

- It be proper to my eyes, sir.

- Proper?

Lt is neither proper nor suitable, sir.

It is not acceptable nor adequate.

It is, in obvious fact, an abomination.

Begging your pardon, sir,

but if you gave a man another chance.

- Shall I?

- [Unsheathes sword]

Lt's that sort of thinking

got us into this mess.

We have lost speed and, therefore, time.

Precious time,

which cannot be recovered once lost.

Do you understand?

- [All] Aye, aye, captain.

- Do you now?

Lt will all have to be redone.

All of it.

And let this serve

as a lesson to the lot of you.

Doldrums, sir,

has the entire crew on edge.

I have no sympathy

for any of you feculent maggots,

and no more patience

to pretend otherwise.

Gentlemen, I wash my hands

of this weirdness.

No wind.

Of course, there's no bloody wind.

My soul I do swear for a breeze.

Gust. Whisper. A tiny, miniature lick.

Yes, sir, I know, but why?

Why would he do that?

Because he's a lummox, isn't he?

We shall have a magnificent

garden party and you're not invited.

Shoo.

A rock.

Now we're being followed by rocks.

Never had that before.

Oh.

A rope.

[Grunting]

[Panting]

[Rumbling]

[Coughing and gagging]

This truly is a godforsaken place.

I don't see Jack.

I don't see anyone.

He's here.

Davy Jones never once

gave up that what he took.

And does it matter?

We're trapped here by your doing.

No different than Jack.

Witty Jack is closer than you think.

Impossible.

Boat.

Slap me thrice

and hand me to me mama. It's Jack.

- It's the captain!

- A sight for sore eyes.

[Parrot] Hide the rum.

- Mr. Gibbs.

- Aye, cap'n.

I thought so.

I expect you're able

to account for your actions, then.

Sir?

There's been a perpetual and virulent

lack of discipline upon my vessel. Why?

- Why is that, sir?

- Sir, you're...

You're in Davy Jones' Locker, cap'n.

I know that.

I know where I am.

- And don't think I don't.

- Jack Sparrow.

Oh, Hector.

It's been too long. Hasrt it?

Aye. Isla de Muerta, remember?

You shot me.

No, I didn't.

Tia Dalma, out and about, eh?

You add an agreeable sense

of the macabre to any delirium.

He thinks we're a hallucination.

William, tell me something:

Have you come because you need my help

to save a certain distressing damsel,

or rather, damsel in distress?

Either one.

No.

Well, then,

you wouldn't be here, would you?

So you can't be here.

Q.E.D., you're not really here.

[Elizabeth] Jack.

This is real. We're here.

- The Locker, you say?

- Aye.

We've come to rescue you.

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