Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Page #7

Very well.

What say you, Captain Swann,

king of the Brethren Court?

Prepare every vessel that floats.

At dawn...

...we're at war.

[High-pitched]

And so we shall go to war.

[All shouting]

What?

You've seen it all,

done it all. You survived.

That's the trick, isn't it?

To survive?

Lt's not just about

living forever, Jackie.

The trick is

living with yourself forever.

How's Mum?

She looks great.

The enemy is here! Let's take them!

[Shouting]

[Shouting stops]

[Parrot] Abandon ship. Abandon ship.

Parley?

You be the cur that led

these wolves to our door.

Don't blame Turner.

He was merely the tool of your betrayal.

If you wish to see its grand architect,

look to your left.

My hands are clean in this.

Figuratively.

My actions were my own

and to my own purpose.

- Jack had nothing to do with it.

- Well spoke. Listen to the tool.

Will, I've been aboard the Dutchman.

I understand the burden you bear,

but I fear that cause is lost.

No cause is lost if there is

but one fool left to fight for it.

If Turner wasrt acting on your behalf,

then how did he come to give me this?

You made a deal with me, Jack, to

deliver the pirates. And here they are.

Don't be bashful. Step up.

Claim your reward.

[Jones] Your debt to me

is still to be satisfied.

One hundred years in servitude

aboard the Dutchman. As a start.

That debt was paid, mate.

With some help.

- [Jones] You escaped.

- Technically.

I propose an exchange.

Will leaves with us...

...and you can take Jack.

Done.

- Undone.

- Done.

Jack's one of the nine pirate lords.

You have no right.

King.

- As you command, your nibs.

- Blackguard!

Lf ye have something to say,

I might be saying something as well.

First to the finish, then?

Do you fear death?

You've no idea.

Advise your Brethren,

you can fight, and all of you will die.

Or you can not fight,

in which case only most of you will die.

You murdered my father.

He chose his own fate.

And you have chosen yours.

We will fight.

And you will die.

So be it.

[Will] King?

Of the Brethren Court.

Courtesy of Jack.

Maybe he really

does know what he's doing.

Bravo!

You've successfully arrived aboard

the Dutchman as per the overall scheme.

- Look

- Oh, yes. Chapeau, mate.

Except for this sojourn in the brig,

it's utter clockwork.

Go away.

- What, back to the Locker?

- Not without you, Jackie.

Stab the heart.

Live forever as captain

of the Flying Dutchman.

Then again...

...if you're in the brig...

...who's to stab the heart?

Does seem to put immortality

a bit out of reach.

Peanut.

We'll need to use the Black Pearl

as a flagship to lead the attack.

- Oh, will we now?

- All right, Mrs. Fish. Come on.

Barbossa, you can't release her.

We need to give Jack a chance.

Apologies, Your Majesty. Too long

my fate has not been in me own hands.

No longer.

The enemy...

...has opted for oblivion.

Ready the fleet.

- To your stations.

- [Man] To your stations.

Be there some manner

of rite or incantation?

Aye.

The items brought together, done.

Items to be burned...

...and someone must speak the words:

"Calypso, I release you

from your human bonds."

Is that it?

'Tis said it must be spoken

as if to a lover.

[All] Ooh!

Calypso, I release you

from your human bonds!

- Is that it?

- No, no, no. He didn't say it right.

He didn't...

You have to say it right.

Calypso...

...I release you from your human bonds.

Tia Dalma.

Calypso.

When the Brethren Court imprisoned you,

who was it that told them how?

- Who was it that betrayed you?

- Name him.

Davy Jones.

This is it! This is it!

[Rope chafing]

[Snapping]

Calypso!

I come before you as but a servant,

humble and contrite.

I have fulfilled me vow

and now ask your favor.

Spare meself, me ship, me crew...

...but unleash your fury upon those who

dare pretend themselves your masters...

...or mine.

[Yelling indistinct incantation]

[Wincing]

Is that it?

Why, she's no help at all.

What now?

Nothing.

Our final hope has failed us.

[Wind gusting]

- It's not over.

- There's still a fight to be had.

We've an armada against us, and

with the Dutchman, there's no chance.

There's only a fool's chance.

Revenge won't bring

your father back, Miss Swann,

and it's not something

I'm intending to die for.

You're right.

Then what shall we die for?

You will listen to me.

Listen!

The Brethren will still be looking here

to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead.

And what will they see?

Frightened bilge rats

aboard a derelict ship? No.

No, they will see free men and freedom!

And what the enemy will see

is the flash of our cannons.

They will hear the ring of our swords,

and they will know what we can do.

By the sweat of our brows,

and the strength of our backs...

...and the courage of our hearts.

Gentlemen...

...hoist the colors.

Hoist the colors.

- Hoist the colors.

- Hoist the colors!

Aye.

The wind's on our side, boys.

That's all we need!

[Shouting]

Hoist the colors!

[Shouting in Chinese]

We have a favorable wind, sir.

Oh, so we do.

Signal Jones to give no quarter.

That should brighten his day.

To arms! We give no quarter!

Calypso.

- [Thunder rumbling]

- [Screeching]

Have you noticed,

on top of everything, it's raining?

That's a bad sign.

Man the capstan. Raise the main topyard.

Keep that powder dry.

[Thunderclap]

Maelstrom!

[Elizabeth] Captain Barbossa!

We need you at the helm.

Aye, that be true.

Brace up yards,

you cack-handed deck apes.

Dying is the day won'th living for.

Veer off!

She'll not harm us.

Full-bore and into the abyss.

Are you mad?

Ha! You afraid to get wet?

She's on our stern and gaining.

More speed!

Haul your wind and hold your water.

Bow cannons!

[Man] Blow the cannons!

Take us out or they'll overbear us.

Nay. Further in.

We'll cut across to faster waters.

Prepare to broadside.

Captain the guns. Bear a hand.

Muster your courage, men.

At the ready.

Think like the whelp. Think like

the whelp. Think like the whelp.

Hinges. Hinges.

Think like the whelp.

Half-barrel hinges.

Leverage.

Wish us luck, boys. We'll need it.

- I miss him already.

- He is quite charming, isn't he?

Nobody move.

I dropped me brain.

[Thunderclap]

Batten down the hatches!

Stand to your guns.

Midship cannoneers, sight the masts.

Main battery at the ready!

Hold there!

Wait till we're board-and-board.

Fire!

- Fire!

- Fire! Fire all!

Fire!

Fire!

Come on, men.

It be too late

to alter course now, mateys.

Halt there or we'll shoot.

Good one.

I just come to get me effects.

Admirable though it may be, why are

you here when you could be elsewhere?

Someone has to stay

and guard the chest.

There's no question, there's a breakdown

in military discipline on this vessel.

I blame the fish people.

Oh, so fish people,

by dint of being fish people,

automatically aren't

as disciplined as non-fish people?

Seems contributory,

is all I'm suggesting.

It's true, if there were no fish people,

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