Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Page #5

the still-beating heart of Davy Jones.

And whoever possesses that chest

possesses the leverage to command Jones

to do whatever it is he or she wants,

including saving brave William

from his grim fate.

You don't actually believe him, do you?

How would we find it?

With this.

My compass... is unique.

"Unique" here

having the meaning of "broken."

True enough,

this compass does not point north.

Where does it point?

It points to the thing

you want most in this world.

Oh, Jack.

- Are you telling the truth?

- Every word, love.

And what you want most in this world

is to find the chest of Davy Jones,

is it not?

- To save Will.

- By finding the chest of Davy Jones.

- Mr. Gibbs!

- Cap'n.

- We have our heading.

- Finally!

Cast off those lines.

Weigh anchor and crowd that canvas!

- Miss Swann.

-

Welcome to the crew,

former commodore.

There's something to knowing the exact

shape of the world and one's place in it.

I assure you, these are not necessary.

I thought you'd be interested

in the whereabouts of your daughter.

- You have news of her?

- Most recently seen on Tortuga,

and then left in the company

of a known pirate, Jack Sparrow,

and other fugitives from justice.

"Justice"? Hardly.

Including the previous owner of this sword,

I believe.

Our ships are in pursuit. Justice will

be dispensed by cannonade and cutlass,

and all manner

of remorseless pieces of metal.

I find it distasteful to even contemplate

the horror facing all those on board.

What do you want from me?

Your authority as governor,

your influence in London,

and your loyalty

to the East India Trading Company.

To you, you mean.

Shall I remove these shackles?

Do what you can for my daughter.

So you see, Mercer, every man

has a price he will willingly accept.

Even for what he hoped never to sell.

I wager... ten years.

I'll match ten years.

Agreed.

Wondering how it's played?

- I understand.

- Liar!

It's a game of deception. But your bet

includes all the dice, not just your own.

- What are they wagering?

- Oh, the only thing we have.

Years of service.

- So any crew member can be challenged?

- Aye. Anyone.

I challenge Davy Jones.

I accept, mate.

- The stakes?

- My soul. An eternity of servitude.

No!

Against?

I want this.

- How do you know of the key?

- That's not part of the game, is it?

You can still walk away.

- What's this?

- I'm in. Matching his wager.

No! Don't do this.

The die is cast.

I bid three twos.

It's your bid, Captain.

Four fours.

Four fives.

Six threes.

Seven fives.

Eight fives.

Welcome to the crew, lad.

Twelve fives.

Twelve fives.

Call me a liar, or up the bid.

And be called a liar myself

for my trouble?

Bootstrap Bill, you're a liar

and you will spend an eternity on this ship.

Master Turner,

feel free to go ashore...

the very next time we make port!

Fool. Why did you do that?

I couldn't let you lose.

It was never about winning or losing.

The key.

You just wanted to know where it was.

Captain says I'm to relieve you.

Captain's orders.

Here. Take this, too.

Now, get yourself to land, and stay there.

It was always in my blood to die at sea.

It was not a fate I ever wanted for you.

It's not a fate you had to choose

for yourself, either.

Aye. I could say I did what I had to,

when I left you to go pirating.

But it would taste a lie

to say it wasn't what I wanted.

You owe me nothing, Will.

Now go.

- They'll know you helped me.

-

What more can they do to me?

I take this with a promise.

I'll find a way to sever

Jones's hold on you,

and not rest until this blade

pierces his heart.

I will not abandon you.

I promise.

- Beckett?

- Yes, they're signed.

Lord Cutler Beckett

of the East India Trading Company.

Bluergh!

Will was working for Beckett

and never said a word.

Beckett wants the compass.

Only one reason for that.

Of course.

- He wants the chest.

- Yes, he did say something about a chest.

If the company controls the chest,

they controls the sea.

- A truly discomfiting notion, love.

- And bad.

Bad for every mother's son

what calls himself a pirate.

I think there's a bit more speed

to be coaxed from these sails.

Brace the foreyard!

Might I enquire

as to how you came by these?

- Persuasion.

- Friendly?

Decidedly not.

Will strikes a deal, yet you were the one

with the prize - full pardon.

"Commission as a privateer

on behalf of England

"and the East India Trading Company."

As if I could be bought

for such a low price.

- Jack, the letters, give them back.

- No.

Persuade me.

You do know Will taught me

how to handle a sword?

As I said, persuade me.

It's a curious thing.

There was a time I would have wanted you

to look like that while thinking about me.

- I don't know what you mean.

- I think you do.

Oh, don't be absurd.

I trust him, that's all.

So you never wondered

how your latest fianc

ended up on the Flying Dutchman

in the first place?

Strange to come upon

a longboat so far out in open water.

Just put as many leagues behind us

as you can. As fast as you can.

And what are we running from?

That dress. Where did you get it?

It was found aboard the ship.

The crew thought it was a spirit

bringing some omen of ill-fate.

- That's foolish.

- Oh, yes. Exceedingly foolish.

It brought good fortune.

The spirit told us, "Pull in at Tortuga,"

and we made a nice bit of profit there.

Off the books, of course.

I imagine some of your crew

may have jumped ship there.

- Why do you ask?

- Captain! A ship's been spotted.

- Colors?

- She isn't flying any.

- Pirates.

- Or worse.

You will watch this.

Aagh!

Let no joyful voice be heard!

Let no man look up at the sky with hope.

Aargh!

And let this day be cursed

by we who ready to wake...

the kraken.

No!

I've doomed us all.

It's the Flying Dutchman!

Oh, Mother Carey's chickens!

What happened?

Must have hit a reef.

Free the rudder!

Hard to port then hard to starboard.

- Free the rudder!

- Hard to port!

- Kraken!

- Kraken!

Here it is! Take it!

Take it!

Aargh!

Agh! Aaaagh!

Aagh!

Aaagh!

The boy's not here.

He must have been claimed by the sea.

I am the sea.

You need time alone with your thoughts.

- Brig!

- What of the survivors?

There are no survivors.

The chest is no longer safe.

Chart a course to Isla Cruces.

Get me there first,

or there'll be the devil to pay.

"First"?

Who sent that thieving charlatan

onto my ship?

Who told him of the key?

Jack Sparrow.

My intuitive sense of the female creature

informs me that you are troubled.

I just thought I'd be married by now.

I'm so ready to be married.

You know...

Lizzie, I am captain of a ship,

and being captain of a ship, I could in fact

perform a "marr-i-age" right here.

Right on this deck.

Right... now.

No, thank you.

Why not?

We are very much alike, you and I.

I and you. Us.

Oh. Except for a sense of honor

and decency and a moral center.

And personal hygiene.

Trifles.

You will come over to my side. I know it.

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