Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Page #2

to keep my head warm?

Jack's compass?

What does Beckett want with that?

Does it matter? I'm to find Jack

and convince him to return to Port Royal.

In exchange, the charges

against us will be dropped.

No. We must find our own avenue

to secure your freedom.

Is that a lack of faith in Jack

or in me?

That you would risk your life

to save Sparrow

does not mean

he would do the same for anyone else.

Now, where is that dog with the keys?

I have faith in you.

Both of you.

Where will you find him?

Tortuga. I'll start there

and I won't stop searching till I find him.

And then I intend to return here

to marry you.

- Properly?

- Eagerly, if you'll still have me.

If it weren't for these bars,

I'd have you already.

- I'll wait for you.

- Keep a weather eye on the horizon.

Captain Jack Sparrow?

Owes me four doubloons.

Heard he was dead.

Singapore. That's what I heard.

Drunk, with a smile on his face.

Sure as the tide,

Jack Sparrow turn up in Singapore.

Jack Sparrow?

I haven't seen him in a month.

When you find him,

will you give him a message?

Can't say about Jack Sparrow,

but there's an island

just south of the straits

where I trade spice for...

mm, delicious long pork.

Cannot say about Jack,

but you'll find a ship there.

A ship with black sails.

My brother will take you ashore.

- What's wrong? The beach is there.

- C'est trop dangereux.

- What?

- C'est trop dangereux. je vous l'avais dit.

Bon voyage. monsieur.

Jack!

Jack Sparrow!

Marty!

Cotton!

Anybody?

- Ah. A familiar face.

-

Don't eat me.

- I'm not going to eat you.

- Don't eat me.

No. Don't eat me.

Gibbs.

Come on! Let's go!

Come on! Who wants it?

I can do this all day!

Jack?

Jack Sparrow!

I can honestly say

I'm glad to see you.

Jack, it's me.

Will Turner.

- Tell them to let me down!

-

...eensy-weensy.

...eunuchy. Snip, snip.

-

Eunuchy.

Jack, the compass.

That's all I need.

Elizabeth is in danger.

We were arrested for helping you.

She faces the gallows!

Savvy?

Save me.

Jack, what did you tell them?

No!

What about Elizabeth?

Jack!

That's a good girl.

Come a little closer.

- We don't bite.

- Go on. We won't bite you.

Come quickly.

- Tell me what's happening.

- Our name still has some standing.

I've arranged passage to England.

The captain is a friend of mine.

No! Will's gone to find Jack!

We cannot count on William Turner.

- Come!

- He's better than you give him credit for.

This is no time for innocence.

Beckett has offered one pardon only -

one, and that is promised

to Jack Sparrow.

Even if Will succeeds,

do not ask me to endure the sight of my

daughter walking to the gallows. Do not.

Perhaps I can ensure a fair trial

for Will if he returns.

- A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging.

- Then there is nothing left for you here.

Whoa!

Wait inside.

Captain?

Captain.

Evening, Governor.

Shame, that.

He was carrying this.

It's a letter to the king.

- It's from you.

- No...

Elizabeth.

What are you doing?

- Where is she?

- Who?

No doubt you've discovered that loyalty

is no longer the currency of the realm,

as your father believes.

Then what is?

I'm afraid currency

is the currency of the realm.

I expect, then, we can come

to some sort of understanding.

- I'm here to negotiate.

- I'm listening.

I'm listening intently.

These letters of marque

are signed by the king.

Yes, and they're not valid

until they bear my signature and my seal.

Or else I would not still be here.

You sent Will to get you the compass

owned by Jack Sparrow.

- It will do you no good.

- Do explain.

I have been to the Isla de Muerta.

I have seen the treasure myself.

There is something

you need to know.

Ah, I see.

You think the compass

leads only to the Isla de Muerta

and so you hope to save me

from an evil fate.

But you mustn't worry.

I care not for cursed Aztec gold.

My desires are not so provincial.

There's more than one chest of value

in these waters.

So perhaps you may wish

to enhance your offer.

Consider into your calculations

that you robbed me of my wedding night.

So I did.

A marriage interrupted...

or fate intervenes?

You're making great efforts

to ensure Jack Sparrow's freedom.

- These aren't going to Jack.

- Oh, really?

To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then,

I'll still want that compass.

Consider that in your calculations.

I say it was Divine Providence

what escaped us from jail.

And I say it was me being clever.

Ain't that right, poochie?

Well, how'd you know it weren't Divine

Providence what inspired you to be clever?

Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship.

It ain't stealing. It's salvaging.

And since when did you care?

Since we're not immortal no more.

We gotta take care of our immortal souls.

- You know you can't read.

- It's the Bible. You get credit for trying.

Pretending to read the Bible's a lie.

That's a mark against...

Look.

There it is.

What's got into him?

Must have seen a catfish.

Stupid mongrel!

Argh!

Come on!

- It's ours for the taking.

- Tide's coming in. That should help.

And salvaging is saving,

in a manner of speaking.

There's the truth of it!

Suppose we better save it

as soon as we can,

what with our souls

in such a vulnerable state and all.

Amen to that.

Thank you.

Why would he do this to us?

If Jack is the chief...

Aye, the Pelegostos

made Jack their chief,

but he only remains chief

as long as he acts like a chief.

So he had no choice.

He's a captive as much as the rest of us.

Worse, as it turns out. See, the Pelegostos

believe that Jack is a god in human form,

and they intend to do him the honor

of releasing him from his fleshy prison.

They'll roast him and eat him.

Where's the rest of the crew?

These cages we're in

weren't built till after we got here.

The feast is about to begin.

Jack's life will end

when the drums stop.

Well, we can't just sit here and wait,

then, can we?

No, no. Oi! No, no.

More wood. Big fire. Big fire.

I am Chief. Want big fire.

Come on.

Oi.

Tout de suite.

Come on. More wood.

Whoa!

Oh, bugger.

A little seasoning, eh?

Well done.

Put your legs through.

Start to climb!

Come on, men!

It'll take all of us to crew the Black Pearl!

Actually, you wouldn't need everyone.

About six would do.

Oh, dear.

- Hurry!

- Come on!

Come on! Is that all you got?

- Wait. Stop.

- Eh?

Stop. Shh.

Shh.

- What are they doing?

- Stop.

- Snake!

-

Move!

Well, go on, go get them.

No, no. Oi! No, no!

Not good.

Cut it loose! Find a rock!

Roll the cage!

Come on!

- Lift the cage! Hurry!

- Come on, lads. Lift it like a lady's skirt.

Run!

This way, lads!

Take cover!

Stop it!

Bugger.

Haul loose the mooring line!

The mooring line!

Thief! Little hairy thief!

Give it back!

- Don't bite it!

- Haul loose the mooring line!

He's got me eye.

He won't give it back.

- How'd you get it back last time?

- Excellent! Our work's half done.

We done it for you,

knowing you'd be coming back.

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