Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Page #6

Do not test me.

I hadrt finished that.

You will free my father.

And you will guarantee

Elizabeth's safety.

Along with my own.

Your terms are steep, Mr. Turner.

We will expect fair value in return.

There is only one price I will accept:

Calypso murdered.

Calypso's aboard the Black Pearl.

Jack has sailed

the Black Pearl to Shipwreck Cove.

And with you no longer aboard her,

how do you propose to lead us there?

What is it you want most?

Look at them all.

There's not been a gathering

like this in our lifetime.

And I owe them all money.

[Murmuring]

As he who issued summons,

I convene this,

the Fourth Brethren Court.

[Murmuring]

To confirm your lordship

and right to be heard,

present now your pieces of eight,

my fellow cap'ns.

Those aren't pieces of eight.

They're just pieces of junk.

Aye. The original plan was to use

nine pieces of eight to bind Calypso.

But when the First Court met,

the Brethren were to a one skint broke.

So change the name.

To "nine pieces of whatever we happened

to have in our pockets at the time?"

Oh, yes. That sounds very piratey.

Master Ragetti, if you will.

I kept it safe, just like

you said when you gave it to me.

Aye, you have.

But now I need it back.

Sparrow.

Might I point out that

we are still short one pirate lord,

and I'm as content as a cucumber

to wait until Sao Feng joins us.

[Elizabeth] Sao Feng is dead.

He fell to the Flying Dutchman.

The plagued ship.

He made you captain? They're

giving the bloody title away now.

- Que lo manden al diablo!

- Listen. Listen to me.

Our location has been betrayed.

Jones is under the command of

Lord Beckett. They're on their way here.

- Who is this betrayer?

- Not likely anyone among us.

- Where's Will?

- Not among us.

It matters not how they found us.

The question is,

what will we do now that they have?

We fight.

Shipwreck Cove is a fortress.

A well-supplied fortress.

There is no need to fight

if they cannot get to us.

There be a third course.

In another age, at this very spot,

the First Brethren Court captured the

sea goddess and bound her in her bones.

That was a mistake.

Oh, we tamed the seas

for ourselves, aye.

But opened the door

to Beckett and his ilk.

Better were the days

when mastery of seas

came not from bargains

struck with eldritch creatures,

but from the sweat of a mars brow

and the strength of his back alone.

You all know this to be true.

Gentlemen.

Ladies.

We must free Calypso.

[Clamoring]

- Shoot him.

- Cut out his tongue!

Shoot him, cut out his tongue, then

shoot his tongue. And trim that beard.

Sao Feng would've agreed with Barbossa.

Calypso was our enemy then,

she will be our enemy now.

It's unlikely her mood's improved.

I would still agree with Sao Feng.

We release Calypso.

- You threaten me?

- I silence you.

[All shouting]

- This is madness.

- This is politics.

Meanwhile, our enemies

are bearing down upon us.

If they not be here already.

[Shouting and gunfire in distance]

[Shouting and gunfire in distance]

[Music box playing]

[Music box stops]

[Another music box playing]

My sweet.

You come for me.

- You were expecting me.

- It has been torture.

Trapped in this single form.

Cut off from the sea.

From all that I love.

From you.

Ten years I devoted

to the duty you charged to me.

Ten years I looked after

those who died at sea.

And, finally,

when we could be together again...

...you werert there.

- [Music box stops]

Why werert you there?

Lt's my nature.

Would you love me

if I was anything but what I am?

I do not love you.

Many things you were, Davy Jones.

But never cruel.

You have corrupted your purpose...

...and so your self.

And you did hide away

what should always have been mine.

[Gasping]

Calypso.

I will be free.

And when I am,

I would give you my heart.

And we would be together always.

If only you had a heart to give.

Why did you come?

And what fate have you planned

for your captors?

The Brethren Court?

All of them, the last thing

they will learn in this life...

...is how cruel I can be.

And what of your fate, Davy Jones?

My heart will always belong to you.

- [Shouting]

- [Glass breaking]

Lt was the First Court

what imprisoned Calypso.

We should be the ones to set her free.

And in her gratitude,

she will see fit to grant us boons.

Whose boons? Your boons?

Utterly deceptive twaddle-speak, says I.

If you have a better alternative,

please, share.

Cuttlefish.

Aye.

Let us not, dear friends,

forget our dear friends, the cuttlefish.

Flipping glorious little sausages.

Pen them up together, they'll devour

each other without a second thought.

Human nature, isn't it?

Or... Or fish nature.

So, yes, we could hole up here

well-provisioned and well-armed.

Half of us would be dead

within the month.

Which seems quite grim to me,

any way you slice it. Or...

Uh...

As my learned colleague

so naively suggests,

we can release Calypso, and we

can pray that she will be merciful.

I rather doubt it.

Can we pretend she's anything

other than a woman scorned

like which fury hell hath no? We cannot.

Res ipsa loquitur, tabula in naufragio.

We are left with but one option.

I agree with, and I cannot believe

the words are coming out of me mouth...

...Captain Swann. We must fight.

- You've always run away from a fight.

- Have not.

- Have so.

- Have not.

- Have so.

- Have not!

- You have so, and you know it.

- Have not. Slander and calumny.

I have only ever embraced that

oldest and noblest of pirate traditions.

I submit that here now

that is what we all must do:

We must fight...

...to run away.

- Aye!

- [All] Aye!

As per the code, an act of war,

and this be exactly that,

can only be declared by the pirate king.

- You made that up.

- Did I, now?

I call on Cap'n Teague,

keeper of the code.

Sri Sumbhajee proclaims

this all to be folly!

- Hang the code. Who cares a...?

- [Gunshot]

Code is the law.

You're in my way, boy.

- The code.

- The code.

As set forth by Morgan and Bartholomew.

[Whistles]

- That can't... How did...

- Sea turtles, mate.

[Barks]

Sea turtles.

Ah. Barbossa is right.

[Jack] Hang on a minute.

"Lt shall be the duties, as the king,

to declare war,

parley with shared adversaries..."

Fancy that.

There has not been a king

since the First Court.

And that's not likely to change.

- Not likely.

- Why not?

See, the pirate king

is elected by popular vote.

And each pirate

only ever votes for hisself.

I call for a vote.

- [Murmuring]

- [Playing guitar]

I vote for Ammand the corsair.

Capitaine Chevalle,

the penniless Frenchman.

Sri Sumbhajee

votes for Sri Sumbhajee.

Mistress Ching.

Gentleman Jocard.

- Elizabeth Swann.

- Barbossa.

Vallenueva!

Elizabeth Swann.

- What?

- I know. Curious, isn't it?

Vote for me. Vote for me.

What you talking about?

No!

Am I to understand that you lot

will not be keeping to the code, then?

[String breaks]

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