Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Page #6

It's still warm.

Off you go.

Come on.

Too long.

I'd really rather hoped

we were past all this.

Jack. Jack!

Did you not notice?

That be the same island that we made

you governor of on our last little trip.

I did notice.

Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up

another miraculous escape.

But I doubt it.

Off you go.

Last time you left me a pistol

with one shot.

By the powers, you're right.

Where be Jack's pistol?

Bring it forward.

Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman

would give us a pair of pistols.

It'll be one pistol as before, and you

can be the gentleman and shoot the lady,

and starve to death yourself.

That's the second time

I've watched that man take my ship.

You were marooned on this island before.

We can escape in the same way.

To what point and purpose, young missy?

The Black Pearl is gone. Unless you have

a lot of sails hidden in that bodice...

Unlikely.

...young Mr. Turner will be dead

long before you can reach him.

But you're Captain Jack Sparrow.

You vanished from under the eyes of

seven agents of the East India Company.

You sacked Nassau port

without even firing a shot.

Are you the pirate

I've read about or not?

How did you escape last time?

Last time I was here

a grand total of three days.

Last time...

the rum runners

used this island as a cache.

They came by and I was able

to barter passage off.

From the looks of things,

they've long been out of business.

You probably have your bloody friend

Norrington to thank for that.

So that's it, then?

That's the secret, grand adventure

of the infamous Jack Sparrow.

You spent three days

lying on a beach drinking rum.

Welcome to the Caribbean, love.

We're devils, we're black sheep

We're really bad eggs

Drink up, me hearties, yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho

A pirate's life for me

I love this song!

Really bad eggs!

When I get the Pearl back,

I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew,

and we'll sing it all the time.

You will be the most fearsome pirates

in the Spanish Main.

Not just the Spanish Main, love.

The entire ocean.

The entire world!

Wherever we want to go, we go.

That's what a ship is.

It's not just a keel and a hull

and a deck and sails.

That's what a ship needs.

But what a ship is...

What the Black Pearl really is...

is freedom.

Jack...

It must be really terrible for you

to be trapped on this island.

Oh, yes.

But the company is infinitely better

than last time.

And the scenery has definitely improved.

Mr. Sparrow!

I'm not entirely sure I've had enough

rum to allow that kind of talk.

I know exactly what you mean, love.

To freedom!

To the Black Pearl!

No!

Not good! Stop!

Not good! What are you doing?

You've burned all the food,

the shade, the rum.

- Yes, the rum is gone.

- Why is the rum gone?

One, because it is a vile drink that

turns respectable men into scoundrels.

Two, that signal

is over 1,000 feet high.

The entire Royal Navy is looking for me.

Do you think there is the slightest

chance they won't see it?

But why is the rum gone?

Just wait, Captain Sparrow.

You give it one hour, maybe two,

keep a weather eye open, and you

will see white sails on that horizon.

"Must've been terrible for you

to be trapped here, Jack."

Well, it bloody is now!

There'll be no living with her

after this.

- But we've got to save Will.

- No.

You're safe now. We will return

to Port Royal immediately,

not go gallivanting after pirates.

Then we condemn him to death.

The boy's fate is regrettable, but

so is his decision to engage in piracy.

To rescue me. To prevent anything

from happening to me.

If I may be so bold as to interject

my professional opinion.

The Pearl was listing to scuppers after

the battle. She won't make good time.

Think about it. The Black Pearl.

The last real pirate threat

in the Caribbean, mate.

How can you pass that up?

By remembering that I serve others,

Mr. Sparrow, not only myself.

Commodore, I beg you,

please do this for me.

As a wedding gift.

Elizabeth?

Are you accepting

the Commodore's proposal?

I am.

A wedding. I love weddings.

Drinks all around!

I know. "Clap him in irons," right?

Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany

these fine men to the helm

and provide us with a bearing

to Isla de Muerta.

Then contemplate all possible meanings

of the phrase "silent as the grave".

- Do I make myself clear?

- Inescapably clear.

Shiver me timbers.

Cotton here says you missed a bit.

You knew William Turner.

Old Bootstrap Bill, we knew him.

Never sat well with Bootstrap, what we

did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all.

Never sat well with Bootstrap, what we

did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all.

He said it wasn't right with the Code.

That's why he sent off

a piece of the treasure to you.

He said we deserved to be cursed,

and remain cursed.

- Stupid blighter.

- Good man.

But, as you can imagine, that didn't

sit too well with the Captain.

That didn't sit too well

with the Captain at all.

- Tell him what Barbossa did.

- I'm telling the story!

So what the captain did, he strapped

a cannon to Bootstrap's bootstraps.

Bootstrap's bootstraps!

Last we saw of old Bill Turner, he was

sinking into the crushin' black oblivion

of Davy Jones' locker!

It was only after that we learned

we needed his blood to lift the curse.

That's what you call ironic.

Bring him.

I don't care for the situation.

Any attempt to storm the caves

could turn into an ambush.

Not if you're the one

doing the ambushing.

I go in and get Barbossa to send

his men out in their little boats.

Your mates return to the Dauntless

and blast them with your cannons.

What do you have to lose?

Nothing I'd lament being rid of.

Now, to be honest, there's a risk

to those aboard the Dauntless,

which includes the future Mrs. Commodore.

- It's for your own safety.

- I don't care, I have to tell him!

The pirates are cursed!

They can't be killed!

He's already informed of that. A mermaid

flopped up on deck and told the story.

This is Jack Sparrow's doing!

No reason to fret. A prick of the

finger, a few drops of blood...

No mistakes this time. He's only

half-Turner. We spill it all!

Guess there is reason to fret.

- Beg your pardon.

- Begun by blood. By blood...

Jack!

- It's not possible.

- Not probable.

Where's Elizabeth?

Safe, like I promised. She's set to

marry Norrington, like she promised,

and you get to die for her

like you promised.

So we're all men of our word, except

for Elizabeth, who is a woman.

Shut up! You're next!

- You don't want to be doing that.

- No, I think I do.

Your funeral.

- Why don't I want to be doing it?

- Because...

The HMS Dauntless,

pride of the Royal Navy,

is floating just offshore

waiting for you.

What are we doing here?

The pirates come out,

unprepared and unawares.

We catch 'em in a crossfire

and send 'em down to see Old Hob.

I meant, why aren't we doing

what Mr. Sparrow said we should do?

- With the cannons and all?

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