Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Will!

- Why is this happening?

- I don't know.

You look beautiful.

It's bad luck for the groom

to see the bride before the wedding.

Make way! Let me through!

How dare you!

Stand your men down at once.

Do you hear me?

Governor Weatherby Swann,

it's been too long.

- Cutler Beckett?

- It's Lord now, actually.

Lord or not, you have no reason

and no authority to arrest this man.

In fact, I do. Mr. Mercer?

The warrant for the arrest

of one William Turner.

- This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann.

- Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake.

- Arrest her.

- On what charges?

Aha. Here's the one for William Turner.

And I have another one

for a Mr. James Norrington.

- Is he present?

- What are the charges?

Commodore Norrington resigned

his commission some months ago.

That wasn't the answer

to the question I asked.

Lord Beckett. In the category

of questions not answered...

We are under the jurisdiction

of the king's governor of Port Royal

and you will tell us

what we are charged with.

The charge is "conspiring to set free

"a man convicted of crimes

against the Crown and Empire

"and condemned to death,

for which the..."

For which the punishment,

regrettably, is also death.

Perhaps you remember a certain pirate

named Jack Sparrow.

Captain.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Yes, I thought you might.

# Fifteen men

on a dead man's chest

# Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

# Drink and the devil

had done for the rest

# Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

Prisoners, come on!

Sorry, mate.

Mind if we make a little side trip?

I didn't think so.

- Not quite according to plan.

- Complications arose, ensued,

were overcome.

- You got what you went in for, then?

- Mm-hm.

Captain, I think the crew,

meaning me as well,

were expecting something

a bit more... shiny,

with the Isla de Muerta going pear-shaped,

reclaimed by the sea with the treasure.

And the Royal Navy chasing us

around the Atlantic.

- And the hurricane.

- Aye.

All in all, it seems some time

since we did a speck of honest pirating.

- Shiny.

- Aye, shiny.

Is that how you're all feeling?

That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving

your best interests as captain?

Walk the plank.

- What did the bird say?

- Do not blame the bird.

Show us what is on

that piece of cloth there.

- You know that don't do no good.

- It does me.

- It's a key.

- No. Much more better.

It is a drawing of a key.

Gentlemen,

what do keys do?

Keys...

unlock things?

And whatever this key unlocks,

inside there's something valuable.

So we're setting out to find

whatever this key unlocks.

No.

If we don't have the key, we can't open

whatever we don't have that it unlocks.

So what purpose would be served

in finding whatever need be unlocked,

which we don't have, without first

having found the key what unlocks it?

So we're going after this key.

You're not making any sense at all.

Any more questions?

So... do we have a heading?

Ha. A heading.

Set sail in a...

general...

that-way direction.

Captain?

Come on, snap to and make sail. You

know how this works. Go on. Oi, oi, oi!

Have you noticed lately

the captain seems to be acting

a bit strange... er?

Setting sail without knowing

his own heading.

Something's got Jack vexed,

and mark my words,

what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow

bodes ill for us all.

Lord Beckett,

the prisoner as ordered, sir.

Those won't be necessary.

The East India Trading Company

has need of your services.

We wish for you to act as our agent

in a business transaction

with our mutual friend Captain Sparrow.

More acquaintance.

How do you know him?

We've had dealings in the past.

And we've each

left our mark on the other.

What mark did he leave on you?

By your efforts,

Jack Sparrow was set free.

I would like you to go to him

and recover a certain property

in his possession.

Recover. At the point of a sword?

Bargain.

Letters of marque.

You will offer

what amounts to a full pardon.

Jack will be free,

a privateer in the employ of England.

Somehow I doubt Jack will consider

employment the same as being free.

Freedom.

Jack Sparrow is a dying breed.

The world is shrinking,

the blank edges of the map filled in.

Jack must find his place

in the New World or perish.

Not unlike you, Mr. Turner.

You and your fiance

face the hangman's noose.

- So you get Jack and the Black Pearl.

- The Black Pearl?

- The property you want that he possesses.

- A ship? Hardly.

The item in question is considerably

smaller and far more valuable,

something Sparrow keeps

on his person at all times.

A compass?

Ah, you know it.

Bring back that compass

or there's no deal.

Why is the rum always gone?

Oh.

That's why.

As you were, gents.

Ah.

Time's run out, Jack.

Bootstrap.

Bill Turner.

You look good, Jack.

Is this a dream?

No.

I thought not.

If it were, there'd be rum.

You got the Pearl back, I see.

I had some help retrieving the Pearl,

by the way.

Your son.

William?

He ended up a pirate after all.

And to what do I owe

the pleasure of your carbuncle?

He sent me.

Davy Jones.

Oh.

So it's you, then.

He shanghaied you

into service, eh?

I chose it.

I'm sorry for the part I played

in the mutiny against you, Jack.

I stood up for you.

Everything went wrong after that.

They strapped me to a cannon.

I ended up on the bottom of the ocean,

the weight of the water

crushing down on me.

Unable to move.

Unable to die, Jack.

And I thought that even the tiniest hope

of escaping this fate, I would take it.

I would trade anything for it.

It's funny what a man will do

to forestall his final judgment.

You made a deal with him too, Jack.

He raised the Pearl

from the depths for you.

13 years, you've been her captain.

- Technically...

- Jack.

You won't be able

to talk yourself out of this.

The terms what applied to me

apply to you as well.

One soul bound to crew

100 years upon his ship.

The Flying Dutchman

already has a captain...

Then it's the locker for you!

Jones's terrible leviathan will find you

and drag the Pearl back to the depths

and you along with it.

Any idea when Jones might release

said terrible beastie?

I already told you, Jack.

Your time is up.

It comes now,

drawn with ravenous hunger

to the man what bears the black spot.

On deck, all hands!

Make fast the bunt gasket!

On deck! Scurry!

Scurry! I want movement!

Movement! I want movement!

Lift the skin up! Keep your loof!

Haul those sheets!

Run them! Run! Keep running! Run as if

the devil himself and itself is upon us!

- Do we have a heading?

- Argh! Run! Land.

- Which port?

- I didn't say "port," I said "land." Any land.

- Jack's hat! Bring her about!

- No, no!

Leave it!

Run.

Back to your stations,

the lot of you!

- Jack?

- Shh.

For the love of mother and child, Jack,

what's coming after us?

Nothing.

- Here, now, you can't be here.

- I think you'll find he can.

Mr. Swann!

Governor Swann, still.

Do you think I wear this wig

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