Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Page #4

an escape.

Don't listen to him!

Do you not fear death?

I'll take my chances, sir.

To the depths.

Cruel blackguard!

Life is cruel.

Why should the afterlife

be any different?

I offer you a choice.

Join my crew

and postpone the judgment.

One hundred years before the mast.

Will ye serve?

I-I will serve.

There.

You are neither dead nor dying.

What is your purpose here?

Jack Sparrow sent me

to settle his debt.

What is your purpose here?

Jack Sparrow

sent me to settle his debt.

Did he, now?

I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer.

Oh.

You have a debt to pay.

You've been captain of the Black Pearl

for 13 years.

That was our agreement.

Technically I was only captain

for two years, then I was mutinied upon.

Then you were a poor captain,

but a captain nonetheless.

Have you not introduced yourself

all these years

as Captain Jack Sparrow?

You have my payment.

One soul to serve on your ship.

- One soul is not equal to another.

- Aha!

We've established my proposal is sound

in principle. Now we're haggling over price.

Price?

Just how many souls

do you think my soul is worth?

One hundred souls.

Three days.

You're a diamond, mate. Send me back

the boy. I'll get started right off.

I keep the boy.

A good-faith payment.

That leaves you only 99 more to go.

Have you not met Will Turner?

He's noble, heroic,

a terrific soprano.

Worth at least four.

Maybe three and a half.

And did I happen to mention...

he's in love?

With a girl.

Due to be married.

Betrothed.

Dividing him from her and her from him

would only be half as cruel

as actually allowing them

to be joined in holy matrimony.

Eh?

I keep the boy. 99 souls.

But I wonder, Sparrow,

can you live with this?

Can you condemn an innocent man,

a friend,

to a lifetime of servitude in your name

while you roam free?

Yep. I'm good with it.

Shall we seal it in blood?

I mean... ink.

Three days.

- Three days.

-

- Er, Mr. Gibbs.

- Aye.

I-I feel sullied and unusual.

And how do you intend to harvest

these 99 souls in three days?

Fortunately, he was mum as to

the condition in which these souls need be.

Ah.

Tortuga.

Tortuga.

It's an outrage.

Port tariffs, berthing fees,

wharf handling

and, heaven help us, pilotage.

Are we all to work for

the East India Trading Company, then?

I'm afraid, sir, Tortuga is

the only free port left in these waters.

A pirate port is what you mean.

Well, I'm sorry.

An honest sailor is what I am. I make

my living fair and I sleep well each night.

S-sir!

She wants you

to do something.

She's trying to give a sign.

Whoa!

Over there! Look for a sign!

Look, there! There it is!

- There's the sign!

- That's seaweed.

- Seaweed can be a sign.

- Looks like entrails.

- That would be a bad sign.

- What's that over there?

And what makes you think

you're worthy to crew the Black Pearl?

I've never sailed a day in me life.

I figure I should get out,

see the world while I'm still young.

You'll do. Make your mark.

Next!

My wife ran off with my dog

and I'm drunk for a month

and I don't give an ass rat's

if I live or die.

- Perfect. Next!

- I know what I want. I know what I want...

- Me have one arm and a bum leg.

- It's the crow's nest for you.

- I know what I want.

- Next!

Ever since I was a little lad, I've always

wanted to sail the seas... forever.

Sooner than you think.

Sign the roster.

Thanks very much.

- How we going?

- Including those four, that gives us... four.

And what's your story?

My story.

It's exactly the same as your story,

just one chapter behind.

I chased a man

across the seven seas.

The pursuit cost me my crew,

my commission,

and my life.

- Commodore?

- No, not anymore. Weren't you listening?

I nearly had you all off Tripoli.

I would have,

if not for the hurricane.

Lord.

You didn't try to sail through it?

So, do I make your crew

or not?

You haven't said where you're going.

Somewhere nice?!

So, am I worthy to serve

under Captain Jack Sparrow?

Or should I just kill you now?

You're hired.

Sorry. Old habits and all that.

- Easy, sailor!

- That's our captain you're threatening.

- Time to go.

- Aye!

- Thanks, mate.

- Aargh!

Carry on.

Come on, then! Who wants some?

Form an orderly line

and I'll have you all, one by one.

Come on, who's first?

I just wanted the pleasure

of doing that myself.

James Norrington.

What has the world done to you?

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

- Heave!

- Heave!

Secure the mast tackle, Mr. Turner!

Set to it!

- Step aside.

- Hey! Mind yourself!

Let go, boy!

No.

Haul that weevil to his feet.

Five lashes will remind you

to stay on 'em!

- No!

- Impeding me in my duties?

- You'll share the punishment.

- I'll take it all.

Will you, now?

And what would prompt

such an act of charity?

My son.

He's my son.

What fortuitous circumstance be this?

Five lashes be owed, I believe it is.

No. No, I won't!

The cat's out of the bag, Mr. Turner.

Your issue will feel its sting,

be it by the bosun's hand or your own.

No.

- Bosun!

- No!

You had it easy, boy!

- Will.

- I don't need your help.

The bosun prides himself on cleaving flesh

from bone, with every swing.

So I'm to understand

what you did was an act of compassion?

Yes.

100 years before the mast,

losing who you were, bit by bit,

until you end up...

end up like poor Wyvern here.

Once you've sworn an oath

to the Dutchman, there's no leaving it.

Not until your debt is paid.

I've sworn no oath.

You must get away.

Not until I find this.

The key.

The dead man's chest.

What do you know of this?

Open the chest with the key,

and stab the heart...

No, don't stab the heart.

The Dutchman needs a living heart

or there'll be no captain,

and if there's no captain,

there's no one to have the key.

So the captain has the key?

- Where is the key?

- Hidden.

- Where is the chest?

- Hidden.

Captain Sparrow!

Come to join me crew, lad?

Welcome aboard.

I'm here to find the man I love.

I'm deeply flattered, son,

but my first and only love is the sea.

Meaning William Turner,

Captain Sparrow.

Elizabeth.

Hide the rum.

These clothes do not flatter you.

It should be a dress or nothing.

- I happen to have no dress in my cabin.

- Jack.

I know Will came to find you.

Where is he?

Darling, I am truly unhappy

to have to tell you this, but...

through unfortunate circumstances

that had nothing whatsoever to do with me,

poor Will has been press-ganged

into Davy Jones's crew.

Davy Jones?

Oh, please.

The captain of the Flying Dutchman?

- You look awful. What are you doing here?

- You hired me.

I can't help it if your standards are lax.

- You smell funny.

- Jack!

All I want is to find Will.

Are you certain?

Is that what you really want most?

Of course.

Because I would think you'd want to find

a way to save Will most.

- And you'd have a way of doing that?

- Well...

- there is a chest.

- Oh, dear.

A chest of unknown size and origin.

What contains

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