Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Page #3

- Make ready to sail, boys!

- What about Jack?

- I won't leave without him.

- Oi!

- Time to go.

- Cast off those lines!

Aaargh!

- Make ready to cast off!

- Oi!

Good doggy.

Alas, my children, this is the day you shall

always remember as the day you almost...

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Let's get away from this island

and head out to open sea.

Yes to the first. Yes to the second, but

only insofar as we keep to the shallows.

That seems a bit contradictory, Captain.

I have faith in your reconciliatory

navigational skills.

Now, where is that monkey?

I want to shoot something.

Jack. Elizabeth is in danger.

Have you considered

just locking her up somewhere?

She is locked up,

bound to hang for helping you.

There comes a time when one must

take responsibility for one's mistakes.

I need that compass of yours, Jack.

I must trade it for her freedom.

- Mr. Gibbs.

- Captain.

We have a need to travel upriver.

By need, do you mean a trifling need?

Fleeting?

As in, say, a passing fancy?

No, a resolute and unyielding need.

What we need to do

is make sail for Port Royal with all haste.

William,

I shall trade you the compass

if you will help me

to find this.

- You want me to find this?

- No.

You want you to find this,

because the finding of this

finds you incapacitorially finding

and/or locating in your discovering a way

to save your dolly belle, ol' what's-her-face.

Savvy?

This is going to save Elizabeth?

How much do you know

about Davy Jones?

Not much.

Yeah, it's going to save Elizabeth.

What's all this?

If you both fancy the dress, you'll just have

to share and wear it one after the other.

It's not like that, sir.

This ship is haunted.

Is it, now? And you?

There's a female presence

amongst us here, sir.

All the men, they can feel it.

It's the ghost of a lady widowed

before her marriage, I figure it,

searching for her husband,

lost at sea.

A virgin too, likely as not.

And that bodes ill by all accounts.

I say that we throw the dress overboard

and we hope the spirit follows it.

No! That will just anger the spirit, sir.

What we need to do is find out what

the spirit needs, and then get it back to her.

Enough! Enough!

You're a pair of superstitious goats

and it's got the best of you.

Now, this appears to be no more

as we have a stowaway on board.

A young woman, by the look of it.

I want you to search the ship

and find her.

Oh, and, er... she's probably naked.

Why is Jack afraid

of the open ocean?

Well, if you believe such things,

there's a beast does the bidding

of Davy Jones -

a fearsome creature with giant tentacles

that'll suction your face clean off

and drag an entire ship

down to the crushing darkness.

The kraken.

They say the stench of its breath is like...

Imagine, the last thing you know

on God's green earth

is the roar of the kraken and the reeking

odor of a thousand rotting corpses.

If you believe such things.

And the key will spare him that?

Well, that's the very question

Jack wants answered.

Bad enough even to go visit...

her.

Her?

Aye.

No worries, mates.

Tia Dalma and I go way back.

Thick as thieves.

Nigh inseparable, we are.

Were. Have been.

Before.

- I'll watch your back.

- It's me front I'm worried about.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

-

Mind the boat.

Jack Sparrow.

Tia Dalma.

I always knew the wind was going

to blow you back to me one day.

You...

You have a touch of...

destiny about you,

William Turner.

You know me?

You want to know me.

There'll be no knowing here. We've come

for help and we're not leaving without it.

- I thought I knew you.

- Not so well as I had hoped.

- Come.

- Come.

What service may I do you?

- You know I demand payment.

- I brought payment.

Look.

An undead monkey.

Top that.

Don't! You've no idea

how long it took us to catch that.

The payment is fair.

We're looking for this.

And what it goes to.

The compass you bartered from me,

it cannot lead you to this?

Maybe. Why?

I hear you.

Jack Sparrow does not know

what he wants.

Or do you know,

but are loath to claim it as your own?

Your key go to a chest.

And it is what lay inside the chest

you seek, don't it?

- What is inside?

- Gold?

Jewels? Unclaimed properties

of a valuable nature?

Nothing bad, I hope?

You know of Davy Jones,

yes?

A man of the sea.

A great sailor,

until he run afoul of that

which vex all men.

What vexes all men?

What indeed?

- The sea.

- Sums.

The dichotomy of good and evil.

A woman.

A woman.

He fell in love.

No, no, no, no.

I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.

Same story, different versions,

and all are true.

See, it was a woman

as changing and harsh

and untamable as the sea.

Him never stopped loving her.

But the pain it cause him

was too much to live with

but not enough to cause him to die.

What exactly did he put

into the chest?

Him heart.

Literally or figuratively?

He couldn't literally

put his heart in a chest.

Could he?

It was not worth feeling

what small, fleeting joy life brings.

And so...

him carve out him heart,

lock it away in a chest

and hide the chest from the world.

The key

he keep with him at all times.

- You knew this.

- I did not. I didn't know where the key was.

But now we do. All that's left is to climb

aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key,

you go back to Port Royal

and save your bonnie lass, eh?

Let me see your hand.

The black spot!

- The black spot!

- Black spot!

My eyesight's as good as ever,

just so you know.

I have just the thing.

Now, where did I put it?

My little beauty, where are you?

Such a long time in such a mess.

Davy Jones cannot make port.

Cannot step on land

but once every ten years.

Land is where you are safe,

Jack Sparrow,

and so you will carry land with you.

Dirt.

- This is a jar of dirt.

- Yes.

Is the jar of dirt going to help?

If you don't want it, give it back.

- No.

- Then it helps.

It seems we have a need to find

the Flying Dutchman.

A touch of destiny.

That's the Flying Dutchman?

- She doesn't look like much.

- Neither do you.

Do not underestimate her.

- Must have run afoul of the reef.

- So, what's your plan, then?

I row over, search the ship

until I find your bloody key.

And if there are crewmen?

I cut down anyone in my path.

I like it. Simple, easy to remember.

Your chariot awaits you, Sire.

Oi!

If you do happen to get captured, just say

Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt.

- It might save your life.

- Bon voyage!

Douse the lamps.

Sailor.

- Hoisting the jib, Captain's orders.

- Sailor!

Hoisting the jib.

Bring up with a round turn.

There's no use.

You've run aground.

No.

Beneath us.

Foul breath.

Hey! Hey!

Down on your marrowbones and pray.

Get back! Get back!

Five men still alive.

The rest have moved on.

Do you fear death?

Do you fear that dark abyss?

All your deeds laid bare.

All your sins punished.

I can offer you

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