Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Page #6

- You seem very certain.

- One word, love. Curiosity.

You long for freedom.

You long to do what you want to do

because you want it.

To act on selfish impulse.

You want to see what it's like.

One day, you won't be able to resist.

Why doesn't your compass work?

My compass works fine.

Because you and I are alike,

and there will come a moment

when you have a chance to show it.

- To do the right thing.

- I love those moments.

I like to wave at them as they pass by.

You'll have the chance to do something...

something courageous.

And when you do,

you'll discover something.

That you're a good man.

All evidence to the contrary.

Oh, I have faith in you.

- Want to know why?

- Do tell, dearie.

Curiosity.

You're going to want it.

A chance to be admired

and gain the rewards that follow.

You won't be able to resist.

You're going to want to know

what it tastes like.

I do want to know what it tastes like.

But... seeing as you're a good man,

I know that you'd never put me in a position

that would compromise my honor.

I'm proud of you, Jack.

Land, ho!

I want my jar of dirt.

- You're pulling too fast.

- You're pulling too slow.

- We don't want the kraken to catch us.

- I'm saving me strength for when it comes.

And I don't think it's "kracken" anyways.

I always heard it said "krayken."

- With a long a?

- Uh-huh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. "Krocken"

is how it's pronounced in Scandinavian,

and "kracken" is closer to that.

We ain't Scandinavians, are we?

"Krayken."

It's a mythological creature.

I can calls it what I wants.

Guard the boat. Mind the tide.

Don't touch my dirt.

This doesn't work. And it certainly

doesn't show you what you want most.

Yes, it does.

You're sitting on it.

- Beg pardon?

- Move.

- "Guard the boat!" "Mind the tide!"

- I could join the circus.

Mind if I shine your shoes, sir?

They're here. And I cannot step foot

on land again for near of a decade.

You'll trust us to act in your stead?

I'll trust you to know

what awaits you should you fail!

- Down, then!

- Down!

It's real.

You actually were telling the truth.

I do that quite a lot,

yet people are always surprised.

With good reason!

Will!

You're all right! Thank God!

I came to find you!

How did you get here?

Sea turtles, mate.

A pair of them, strapped to my feet.

Not so easy, is it?

- But I do owe you thanks, Jack.

- You do?

After you tricked me onto that ship

to square your debt with Jones...

- What?

- What?

...I was reunited with my father.

Oh, well... you're welcome, then.

Everything you said to me,

every word was a lie!

Pretty much.

Time and tide, love.

Oi! What are you doing?

I'm going to kill Jones.

Can't let you do that, William.

'Cause if Jones is dead, who's to call

his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh?

Now, if you please.

The key.

I keep the promises I make, Jack.

I intend to free my father.

I hope you're here to see it.

I can't let you do that either.

So sorry.

I knew you'd warm up to me eventually.

Lord Beckett desires

the content of that chest.

I deliver it, I get my life back.

Ah. The dark side of ambition.

Oh, I prefer to see it

as the promise of redemption.

Aagh!

Stop it!

Hyah!

Will!

- Guard the chest!

- No!

This is barbaric!

This is no way for grown men to...

Oh, fine! Let's just haul out our swords

and start banging away at each other.

That will solve everything! I've had it!

I've had it with wobbly-legged,

rum-soaked pirates!

- How'd this go all screwy?

- Well, each wants the chest for hisself.

Mr. Norrington, I think,

is trying to regain a bit of honor,

old Jack's looking to trade it,

save his own skin,

then Turner, there, I think he's trying

to settle some unresolved business

'twixt him and his

twice-cursed pirate father.

- Sad.

- This is madness!

That chest must be worth

more than a shiny penny.

Terrible temptation.

If we was any kind of decent,

we'd remove temptation from their path.

Enough!

Oh. Oh!

The heat!

Bugger!

By your leave, Mr. Turner.

By your leave, Mr. Norrington.

Do excuse me

while I kill the man who ruined my life.

- Be my guest.

- Let us examine that claim for a moment.

Who was it, that at the very moment you

had a notorious pirate safely behind bars,

saw fit to free said pirate and

take your dearly beloved all to hisself?

Eh?

So whose fault is it, really,

that you've ended up a rum-pot deckhand

what takes orders from pirates?

Enough!

Unfortunately, Mr. Turner, he's right!

Still rooting for you, mate.

Oh! Oof!

Aargh!

We got it! We got it! We got it!

Hello, poppet.

Come on, run!

- Sword!

- Sword! Sword!

Sword!

Aargh!

Ugh!

Follow my voice.

Follow my voice.

To the left... no, turn around.

Go to the right.

No, that's a tree.

Oh, shut it.

Jar of dirt!

Argh!

Right.

We've got it!

Come on, Turner!

Leave him lie! Unless you plan

on using him to hit something with.

- We're not getting out of this.

- Not with the chest.

Into the boat.

- You're mad!

- Don't wait for me.

- I say we respect his final wish.

- Aye!

Your bravery is wasted.

I shall pry the chest away

from your cold, dead hands.

- Here you go!

- Oof!

Pirates!

Hey!

- What happened to the chest?

- Norrington took it to draw them off.

- You're pulling too hard!

- You ain't pulling hard enough!

- Where's the commodore?

- Fell behind.

My prayers be with him.

Best not wallow in our grief.

The bright side is you're back,

and made it off free and clear.

Lord on high, deliver us.

I'll handle this, mate.

Oi, fishface!

Lose something? Eh? Scungilli!

Got it!

Come to negotiate, eh,

have you, you slimy git?

Look what I got.

# I got a jar of dirt,

I got a jar of dirt

# And guess what's inside it?

Enough!

- Hard to starboard.

- Hard to starboard!

Brace up the foreyard!

Hard to starboard!

Send his beloved Pearl

back to the depths.

She's on us! She's on us!

- Let them taste the triple guns.

- Aye, Captain.

Aaargh!

Make fast!

Go on, me darling!

Show us what you've got!

Come on, girl!

- She's falling behind!

- Aye. We've got her!

- We're the faster?

- Against the wind, the Dutchman beats us.

- But with the wind...

- We rob her advantage.

Aye.

We're out of range!

Break off pursuit,

run her light and douse canvas!

We're giving up, sir?

Agh!

They're giving up!

My father is on that ship.

We can take her.

We should turn and fight.

Why fight when you can negotiate?

All one needs is the proper leverage.

Oh!

Where is it?

Where is the thump-thump?

We must have hit a reef!

No. It's not a reef!

Get away from the rail!

- What is it?

- The kraken.

- To arms!

- Load guns! Defend the mast!

It'll attack the starboard. Run out

the cannons and hold for my signal!

Easy, boys!

Will?

Steady! Steady.

- Will!

- Hold. Hold.

I think we've held fire long enough.

- Will!

- Fire!

Oh!

- It'll be back. We have to get off the ship.

- There's no boats.

Pull the grates. Get all the gunpowder

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