Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Page #4

he wreaked upon them with his armies.

But the greed of Corts was insatiable.

So the heathen gods

placed upon the gold...

a terrible curse.

Any mortal that removes but

a single piece from that stone chest...

shall be punished for eternity.

Shall be punished for eternity.

I hardly believe in ghost stories

any more, Captain Barbossa.

Aye.

That's exactly what I thought

when we were first told the tale.

Buried on an island of the dead

what cannot be found,

except for those who know where it is.

Find it, we did.

There be the chest.

Inside be the gold.

And we took 'em all!

We spent 'em and traded 'em,

and frittered 'em away on drink and food

and pleasurable company.

The more we gave 'em away,

the more we came to realize...

the drink would not satisfy.

Food turned to ash in our mouths,

Food turned to ash in our mouths,

and all the pleasurable company

in the world could not slake our lust.

We are cursed men, Miss Turner.

Compelled by greed we were, but now...

we are consumed by it.

There is one way we can end our curse.

All the scattered pieces

of the Aztec gold must be restored,

and the blood repaid.

Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.

And the blood to be repaid?

That's why there's no sense

to be killing you.

Yet.

Apple?

I'm curious. After killing me,

what are you planning on doing next?

Look!

The moonlight shows us

for what we really are.

We are not among the living

and so we cannot die.

We are not among the living

and so we cannot die.

But neither are we dead.

For too long I've been parched of thirst

and unable to quench it.

Too long I've been starvin' to death

and haven't died.

Too long I've been starvin' to death

and haven't died.

I feel nothing.

Not the wind on my face,

nor the spray of the sea...

nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.

You best start believing

in ghost stories, Miss Turner.

You're in one!

What are you looking at?

Back to work!

You heard the captain.

Back to work.

Feast your eyes, Captain. All of them,

faithful hands before the mast.

Every man worth his salt,

and crazy to boot.

So this is your able-bodied crew?

- You, sailor!

- Cotton, sir.

Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage

and fortitude to follow orders

and stay true in the face of danger

and almost certain death?

- Mr. Cotton. Answer, man!

- He's a mute, sir.

Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so

he trained the parrot to talk for him.

No one's yet figured how.

Mr. Cotton's parrot,

same question.

Wind in your sails!

Wind in your sails!

Mostly, we figure that means "yes".

Of course it does. Satisfied?

Well, you've proved they're mad.

What's the benefit for us?

Anamaria!

- I suppose you didn't deserve that.

- No, that one I deserved.

- You stole my boat!

- Actually...

Borrowed without permission, but with

every intention of bringing it back.

- But you didn't!

- You'll get another one.

- I will.

- A better one.

A better one!

- That one.

- What one?

That one?

Aye. That one.

- What say you?

- Aye!

Aye!

Anchor's aweigh!

No, it's frightful bad luck

to bring a woman aboard, sir.

It'll be far worse not to have her.

How can we sail to an island

that nobody can find,

with a compass that doesn't work?

The compass doesn't point north, but

we're not trying to find north, are we?

We should drop canvas, sir.

She can hold a bit longer.

What's in your head as puts you

in such a fine mood, Cap'n?

We're catching up.

Time to go, poppet.

Dead men tell no tales.

Chills the bones, how many honest

sailors been claimed by this passage.

How is it that Jack

came by that compass?

Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow

before he came to Tortuga

with a mind to find the treasure

of the Isla de Muerta.

That was before I'd met him, when he

was captain of the Black Pearl.

What?

- He failed to mention that.

- He plays things close to the vest now.

And a hard-learned lesson it was.

Three days into the trip, the first mate

says, "Everything's an equal share."

"The location of the treasure, too."

So Jack gives up the bearings.

That night, there was a mutiny.

They marooned Jack on an island

and left him to die.

But not before he'd

gone mad with the heat.

So that's the reason for all the...

Reason's got nothing to do with it.

When a pirate's marooned, he's given

a pistol with a single shot. One shot.

That won't do much good hunting,

nor to be rescued.

But after three weeks

of a starving belly and thirst,

that pistol looks real friendly.

But Jack escaped the island,

and still has that single shot.

He won't use it, though,

save on one man.

His mutinous first mate.

- Barbossa.

- Aye.

- How did Jack get off the island?

- I'll tell ye.

He waded out into the shallows,

and waited three days and three nights,

till all manner of sea creatures

became acclimated to his presence.

On the fourth morning,

he roped a couple of sea turtles,

lashed them together

and made a raft.

- He roped a couple of sea turtles.

- Aye.

What did he use for rope?

Human hair.

From my back.

- Let go the anchor!

- Lower the anchor line!

Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore.

Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore.

Captain.

What if the worst should happen?

- Keep to the Code.

- Aye. The Code.

- Ten years of hoarding swag.

- Now we finally get to spend it.

Once we're quit of the curse,

we'll be rich men...

and you can buy an eye

that fits and is made of glass.

This one does splinter

something terrible.

Stop rubbing it.

What code is Gibbs to keep to

if the worst should happen?

Pirates' Code.

Any man who falls behind

is left behind.

No heroes amongst thieves.

For having such a bleak outlook

on pirates

you're well on your way

to becoming one.

Sprung a man from jail,

commandeered a ship of the fleet,

sailed with a buccaneer crew

out of Tortuga...

and you're completely obsessed

with treasure.

That's not true. I am not obsessed

with treasure.

Not all treasure is silver

and gold, mate.

Gentlemen, the time has come!

Salvation is nigh!

- Our torment is nearing an end!

- Elizabeth.

For ten years

we've been tested and tried

and each man here has proved his mettle

a hundred times over

and a hundred times again!

Suffered, I have!

Punished we were, the lot of us,

disproportionate to our crime!

Here it is!

The cursed treasure of Corts himself.

Every last piece that went astray,

we have returned.

Save for this!

- Jack!

- Not yet.

We wait for the opportune moment.

When's that? When it's of greatest

profit to you?

May I ask you something?

Have I ever given you reason

not to trust me?

Do us a favor. I know it's difficult

for you, but please stay here.

And try not to do anything stupid.

Who among us has paid the blood

sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?

- Us!

- And whose blood must yet be paid?

Hers!

You know the first thing I'm going to do

after the curse is lifted?

Eat a whole bushel of apples!

Begun by blood.

By blood undone.

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