Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Page #3

Have you, now?

That's very kind of you.

But it would seem that

as I possess a ship and you don't,

you're the ones in need of rescuing,

and I'm not sure as I'm in the mood.

I see my ship. Right there.

Can't spot it.

Must be a tiny little thing

hiding somewhere behind the Pearl.

Jack, Cutler Beckett

has the heart of Davy Jones.

- He controls the Flying Dutchman.

- He's taking over the seas.

The song has been sung.

The Brethren Court is called.

Leave you alone for a minute, look

what happens. Everything's gone to pot.

Aye. The world

needs you back something fierce.

And you need a crew.

Why should I sail with any of you?

Four of you have tried to kill me

in the past. One of you succeeded.

Oh, she's not told you.

You'll have loads to talk about

while you're here.

As for you...

Now... don't tell me

you didn't enjoy it at the time.

Fair enough. All right, you're in.

Don't need you. You scare me.

Gibbs, you can come. Marty. Mm...

- Cotton.

- [Parrot squawks]

Cottors parrot, I'm a little iffy, but

at least I'll have someone to talk to.

Who are you?

Tai Huang. These are my men.

- Where do your allegiances lie?

- With the highest bidder.

- I have a ship.

- That makes you the highest bidder.

Good man. Weigh anchor, all hands.

Prepare to make sail.

[Parrot] Weigh anchor.

[Barbossa] Jack...

Which way are you going, Jack?

Trim that sail.

Slack windward brace and sheet.

- Haul the pennant line.

- Haul the pennant line.

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- No, what are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- No, what are you doing?

What are you?

Captain gives orders on the ship.

The captain of the ship

is giving orders.

- My ship, makes me captain.

- They be my charts.

That makes you "chartman."

Stow it! The both of you!

That's an order! Understand?!

Sorry. I just thought

with the captain issue in doubt,

I'd throw in my name for consideration.

Sorry.

- I'd vote for you.

- Yeah?

You left Jack to the Kraken.

He's rescued now. It's done with.

Will, I had no choice.

You chose not to tell me.

I couldn't.

It wasrt your burden to bear.

But I did bear it, didn't I?

I just didn't know what it was.

I thought...

You thought I loved him.

If you make your choices alone,

how can I trust you?

You can't.

[Ship creaking]

[Gasps]

Eerie.

That's downright macabre.

I wonder what would happen if you

dropped a cannonball on one of them?

[Both chuckling]

Be disrespectful, it would.

They should be

in the care of Davy Jones.

That was the duty

him was charged with...

...by the goddess, Calypso.

To ferry those who die at sea

to the other side.

And every ten years...

...him could come ashore...

...to be with she

who love him... truly.

But the man has become a monster.

So he wasrt always... tentacley?

No.

Him was a man...

...once.

Now there's boats coming.

They're not a threat to us. Am I right?

We are nothing but ghosts to them.

It's best just let them be.

It's my father. We've made it back.

Father! Father, here, look here!

Elizabeth.

We're not back.

Father!

Elizabeth. Are you dead?

No. No.

I think I am.

No, you can't be.

There was this chest, you see.

It's odd.

At the time it seemed so important.

Come aboard.

And a heart.

I learned that if you stab the heart,

yours must take its place.

And you will sail the seas for eternity.

The Dutchman must have a captain.

Silly thing to die for.

Someone, cast a line.

Come back with us!

Come on.

A touch... of destiny.

Take the line.

I'm so proud of you, Elizabeth.

Father, the line! Take the line!

- She must not leave the ship!

- Father!

Please come with us!

Please! No! I won't leave you!

I'll give your love to your mother.

- Please, I won't let you go!

- Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth.

- [Sobbing]

Is there a way?

Him at peace.

No water.

Why is all but the rum gone?

Rum's gone too.

If we cannot escape

these doldrums before night,

I fear we will sail on trackless seas.

Doomed to roam the reach between worlds.

Forever.

With no water, forever

looks to be arriving a mite too soon.

Why doesn't he do something?

- [Ragetti] Me eye. Give it back!

- There's no sense to it.

And the green flash

happens at sunset, not sunrise.

[Gibbs] "Over the edge." Ah, it's

driving me over the blooming edge.

Sunrises don't set.

[Jack] "Up is down."

Well, that's just maddeningly unelpful.

Why are these things never clear?

- Clear as mud, Jackie.

- What? Eh?

- Stab the heart.

- Don't stab the heart.

- Come again?

- The Dutchman must have a captain.

That's even more

than less than unelpful.

Sail the seas for eternity.

- I love the sea.

- What about port?

I prefer rum. Rum's good.

Making port. Where we can get rum,

and salty wenches...

- Once every 10 years.

- What'd he say?

- Once every 10 years.

- Ten years is a long time, mate.

Even longer given the deficit of rum.

But eternity is longer still.

And how will you be spending it? Dead?

Or not?

- The immortal Captain Sparrow.

- Oh, I like that.

Come sunset, it won't matter.

Not sunset.

Sundown.

And rise. Up.

What's that?

What is that?

I don't know. What do you think?

- Where?

- There.

[Jack grunting, stammers]

What is it?

He's rocking the ship.

We're rocking the ship.

Aye. He's onto it.

[Creaking]

He's rocking the ship.

We'll tie each other

to the mast upside down,

so when the boat flips

we'll be the right way up.

Time it with the swell.

Loose the cannons, you lazy bilge rats.

Unstow the cargo. Let it shift.

[Crew shouting in Chinese]

[Ship creaking]

[Screaming]

Now up...

...is down.

[Coughing]

[Squawks]

This was your idea.

Blessed sweet westerlies!

We're back!

Lt's the sunrise.

- [Screeches]

- Parley?

We need our pistols!

Get untied, hurry!

All right, then!

The Brethren Court

is a-gathering at Shipwreck Cove.

And, Jack, you and I are a-going.

There'll be no arguing that point.

I is arguing the point.

If there's pirates a-gathering,

I'm pointing my ship the other way.

The pirates are gathering

to fight Beckett, and you're a pirate.

Fight or not,

you're not running, Jack.

If we don't stand together,

they'll hunt us down one by one,

till there be none left but you.

Quite like the sound of that.

Captain Jack Sparrow, the last pirate.

Aye.

And you'll be fighting Jones alone.

How does that figure into your plan?

I'm still working on that.

But I will not be going back

to the Locker, mate. Count on that.

[Clicks]

[Guns clicking]

Wet powder.

Wait! We can still use them as clubs!

- Ow!

- Sorry. Effective, though.

There's fresh water on this island.

We can resupply there and get back

to shooting each other later.

You lead the shore party.

I'll stay with my ship.

I'll not be leaving

my ship in your command.

Why don't you both go ashore

and leave the ship in my command.

Temporarily.

[Telescope opening]

[Shouting]

[Squawks] Mind the boat.

- Criminy.

- Odds bodkins!

[Seagulls cawing]

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