Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Page #5

Sorry, Jack.

I'm not going to be your leverage.

That's it?

Waste not.

Did it work?

- I don't feel no different.

- How do we tell?

You're not dead!

No.

- He shot me.

- It didn't work.

The curse is still upon us!

You! Maid! Your father,

what was his name?

Was your father William Turner?

No.

Where's his child who sailed

from England eight years ago?

The child in whose veins flows

the blood of William Turner? Where?

You two!

You brought us the wrong person!

No!

She had the medallion.

She's the proper age.

She said her name was Turner.

You heard her.

I think she lied to us.

You brought us here for nothing.

I won't take questioning,

not from the likes of you, Master Twigg.

Who's to blame him? Your decisions

have led us from bad to worse!

It was you who sent Bootstrap

to the depths!

And it's you who brought us here

in the first place!

If any coward here dare challenge me,

let him speak!

I say we cut her throat

and spill all her blood. Just in case.

Yeah!

The medallion! She's taken it!

Get after her, you feckless pack

of ingrates!

- Where are the oars?

- There's no oars!

The oars have gone missing!

Find them!

You!

- You're supposed to be dead.

- Am I not?

Pearlie...

Palu-li-la-la-lulu...

Parlili...

Parsnip... Parsley...

Partner...

- Parley?

- That's the one! Parley!

Parley!

Parley?

Damn to the depths whatever muttonhead

thought of parley!

That would be the French.

- Not more pirates.

- Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth.

Mr. Gibbs?

Hey, boy, where be Jack?

Jack Sparrow?

He fell behind.

Keep to the Code.

Weigh anchor! Hoist the sails!

Split-quick, you dibbies!

How the blazes did you get

off that island?

When you marooned me

on that godforsaken spit of land,

you forgot one very important thing.

I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.

Well, I won't be making

that mistake again.

Gents, you all remember

Captain Jack Sparrow?

Aye.

Kill him.

The girl's blood didn't work, did it?

Hold your fire!

You know whose blood we need.

I know whose blood you need.

What sort of a man

trades a man's life for a ship?

A pirate.

Here. Let me.

Thank you.

You said you gave Barbossa

my name as yours.

Why?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. A blacksmith's hands.

- They're rough.

- No. I mean, yes, they are, but...

Don't stop.

Elizabeth.

It's yours.

I thought I'd lost it

the day they rescued me.

It was a gift from my father.

He sent it to me.

Why did you take it?

Because I was afraid

that you were a pirate.

That would've been awful.

It wasn't your blood they needed.

It was my father's blood.

My blood.

- The blood of a pirate.

- Will, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.

So you expect to leave me on some beach

with nothing but a name

and your word it's the one I need,

and watch you

sail away in my ship.

No.

I expect to leave you standing on some

beach with absolutely no name at all,

watching me sail away on my ship, and

then I'll shout the name back to you.

Savvy?

But that still leaves me

standing on some beach,

with naught but a name and

your word it's the one I need.

Of the two of us, I am the only one

who hasn't committed mutiny.

Therefore, my word

is the one we'll be trusting.

Although, I suppose I should be

thanking you because, in fact,

if you hadn't betrayed me

and left me to die,

I would have an equal share

in that curse, same as you.

Funny old world, isn't it?

Captain! We're coming up

on the Interceptor.

I'm having a thought here, Barbossa.

What say we run up a flag of truce,

I scurry over to the Interceptor,

and I negotiate the return

of your medallion?

Now that's exactly the attitude

that lost you the Pearl.

People are easier to search

when they're dead.

Lock him in the brig.

Hands aloft to loose ta'gallants!

With this wind,

she'll carry every sail we've got.

- What's happening?

- The Black Pearl is gaining on us!

This is the fastest ship

in the Caribbean.

Tell them that after they've caught us.

- We're shallower on the draft, right?

- Aye.

Then can't we lose them

on those shoals?

We don't have to outrun 'em long.

Just long enough.

Lighten the ship!

Stem to stern!

Anything we can afford to lose,

see that it's lost!

Apparently, there's a leak.

Haul on the main brace!

Make ready the guns!

And run out the sweeps.

We're gonna need that.

It was a good plan, up till now.

Gibbs!

We have to make a stand.

We must fight!

- Load the guns!

- With what?

Anything! Everything!

Anything we have left.

Load the guns!

Case shot and langrage!

Nails and crushed glass!

With a will!

The Pearl will luff up

on our port quarter.

She'll rake us

without presenting a target.

Lower the anchor on the right side.

On the starboard side!

- It has the element of surprise.

- You're daft, lady. You both are.

Daft like Jack.

Lower the starboard anchor!

Do it, you gobs, or it's you

we'll load into the cannons!

Let go!

They're club hauling.

Hard a port! Rack the starboard oars!

Hard a port!

Keep her steady, man.

- Now!

- Fire!

Fire all!

Stop blowing holes in my ship!

- We need more ideas, lass!

- It's your turn!

- We need us a devil's dowry!

- We'll give them her!

She's not what they're after.

The medallion.

Strike your colors,

you bloomin' cockroaches!

Hands, grapnels at the ready!

Prepare to board!

Pistols and cutlasses, men!

Koehler, Twigg, to the powder magazine!

And the rest of you,

bring me the medallion!

Below!

Thanks very much.

Jack!

Bloody empty!

That's not very nice.

- Where is the medallion?

- Wretch!

Where is dear William?

Will.

Elizabeth!

Monkey!

I can't move it!

Elizabeth!

- Thank you, Jack.

- You're welcome.

Not you. We named the monkey Jack.

Gents! Our hope is restored!

Any of you so much

as thinks the word "parley",

I'll have your guts for garters!

Will.

You godless pirate!

Welcome back, miss.

You took advantage of our hospitality

last time.

It holds fair now you return the favor.

Barbossa!

Will.

She goes free!

What's in your head, boy?

She goes free.

You've only got one shot,

and we can't die.

Don't do anything stupid.

You can't. I can.

Like that.

- Who are you?

- No one. He's no one.

A distant cousin of my aunt's

nephew, twice removed.

Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch.

My name is Will Turner!

My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner.

His blood runs in my veins.

It's the spitting image of old

Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us.

On my word, do as I say,

or I'll pull this trigger,

and be lost to Davy Jones' locker!

Name your terms, Mr. Turner.

- Elizabeth goes free!

- Yes, we know that one.

Anything else?

And the crew. The crew

are not to be harmed.

Agreed.

Barbossa, you lying bastard.

You swore she'd go free.

Don't dare impugn me honor, boy.

I agreed she'd go free.

It was you who failed to specify

when or where.

Though it does seem a shame to lose

something so fine, don't it, lads?

So I'll be havin' that dress back

before you go.

I always liked you.

Goes with your black heart.

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