Sailors, back to the Interceptor! Now!
Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way.
Wed have a hard time of it by ourselves.
Set top sails and clear up this mess.
With the wind a quarter astern, we wont catch them.
We dont need to catch them just get them in range of the long nines.
Men, come about. Run out the guns.
We open fire on our own ship, sir?
Id rather see her at the bottom of the ocean than in the hands of a pirate.
Commodore, hes disabled the rudder chain, sir.
Abandon ship!
Thats got to be the best pirate Ive ever seen.
So it would seem.
When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself.
After she died, I came out here, looking for my father.
Is that so?
My father, Will Turner.
And in jail it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help.
Since thats what I wanted, I didnt press the matter.
Im not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father.
I knew im.
Probably one the few who knew him as William Turner.
Everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill.
- Bootstrap? - Good man, good pirate.
- I swear you look just like him. - Its not true.
He was a merchant sailor, a good, respectable man who obeyed the law.
He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag.
My father was not a pirate.
Put it away, son.
Its not worth you getting beat again.
You didnt beat me.
You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight. Id killed you.
And thats no incentive for me to fight fair, is it?
Now as long as youre just hanging there, pay attention.
The only rules that really matter are these:
What a man can do and what a man cant do.
For instance you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man ...
...or you cant.
But pirate is in your blood, boy, so youll have to square with that someday.
And me, for example, I can let you drown.
But I cant bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy?
So...
Can you sail under the command of a pirate...
...or can you not?
Tortuga?
Tortuga.
...feel unwanted.
Not sure I deserved that.
Giselle!
Who was she?
What?
I may have deserved that.
Curse you for breathing, you slack jawed idiot!
Mothers love!
Jack!
You should know better then to wake a man when hes sleeping.
- Is bad luck - Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it.
The man who did the waking buys, the man who was sleeping, a drink.
The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition...
... from the man who did the waking.
Aye, that'll about do it.
Blast! Im already awake!
That was for the smell.
Keep a sharp eye!
Now, whats the nature of this venture you are in?
Im going after the Black Pearl.
I know where its going to be and Im going to take it.
Jack, its a fools errand.
Well, you know better than me the tales of the Black Pearl?
Thats why I know what Barbossa is up to...
...all I need is a crew.
From what I hear tell of Captain Barbossa, hes not a man to suffer fools nor strike a bargain with one.
Well, then I say its a very good thing Im not a fool then, aye.
Prove me wrong. What makes ye think Brabossa will give up his ship to you?
Let’s just say it’s a matter of leverage, aye?
The kid?
That is the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner.
His only child, savvy?
Is he now?
Leverage says you...
...I think I feel a change in the wind says I. I’ll find us a crew...
...there’s bound to be some sailors on this rock crazy as you.
One can only hope. Take what you can...
Give nothing back
You'll be dinin' with the captain. And he requests you wear this.
Well, you may tell the captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request.
He said you’d say that.
He also said if that be the case...
...you'll be dinin' with the crew...
...and you'll be naked
Fine.
There’s no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress anyone.
You must be hungry.
Try the wine.
And the apples. One of those next.
It’s poisoned.
There would be no sense to be killing you Miss Turner.
Then release me, you have your trinket. I’m of no further value to you.
- You don’t know what this is, do you? - It’s a pirate medallion.
This is Aztec gold.
One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortés himself.
Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies.
But the greed of Cortés was insatiable.
So the heathen gods placed upon the gold…a terrible curse.
Any mortal that removes but a piece from that stone chest...
...shall be punished for eternity.
I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa.
Aye.
That’s exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale.
Buried on an island that cannot be found except...
...for those who know where it is.
Find it, we did. There be the chest...
...inside be the gold.
We took them all!
Spent them and traded them.
We frittered them away...on drink and food and pleasurable company.
The more we gave them away, the more we came to realize...
...the drink would not satisfy, 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, and 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 you 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 was it 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.
But neither are we dead.
For too long I’ve been parched with thirst and unable to quench it.
Too long I’ve been starving 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 ye looking at? 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 me!
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 the sails! Wind in the sails!
- Mostly, we figure, that means "yes". - O’course it does. Satisfied?
Well, you’ve proved them mad.
And what’s the benefit for us?
Ana Maria.
- I suppose you didn’t deserve that one either? - No, that one I deserved.
You stole my boat! - Actually...
Borrowed, borrowed without permission.
- But with every intention of bringing it back to you. - But you didn’t!
- You’ll get another one - I will.
- A better one - A better one!
- That one! - What one?
Aye! That one.
What say you! Aye!
No, no, no, no, no, it’s frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir.
It’d 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?
Aye, 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 that’s put you in such a fine mood, Captain?
We’re catching up.
Time to go, Poppet!
Dead men tell no tales.
Puts a chill in the bones how many honest sailors have been claimed by this passage.
How is it that Jack came by that compass?
Not a lot known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga...
...with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta.
That was before I met him.
Back when he was Captain of the Black Pearl.
What?
He failed to mention that.
Well, he plays things close to the vest now. And a hard learned lesson it was.
See three days out on the venture the first mate comes to him and says...
...everything’s an equal share as should be 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.
Ah. So that's the reason for the...
Reason's got nothing to do with it.
Now Will, when a pirate is marooned he is given a pistol with a single shot.
Well it won't do much good hunting or to be rescued.
But after three weeks of starving belly and thirst that pistol...
...starts to look real friendly.
But Jack escaped the island and he still has that one shot.
Oh, but he won't use it though, save for one man. His mutinous first mate.
- Barbossa. - Aye.
- How did Jack get off the island? - Well, I’ll tell you.
He waded out into the shallows and there he waited three days and three nights...
...till all manner of sea creature came and acclimated to his presence...
And on the fourth morning...
He roped himself a couple of sea turtles, harnessed them together and made a raft!
- He roped a couple of sea turtles? - Aye, sea turtles.
What did he use for rope?
Human hair...
...from my back.
Let go of the anchor!
Let go of the anchor, sir.
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. - And now we’re finally getting to spend it.
Once we’re quit of the curse we’ll be rich men.
And you can buy an eye that actually 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? - Pirate’s code.
Any man that falls behind is left behind.
No heroes amongst thieves, eh.
You know 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’m not obsessed with treasure.
Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
- Gentlemen, the time has come! - Aye!
- Salvation is nigh! - Aye!
- Our torment is near at end! - Elizabeth?
For ten years we’ve been tested and tried and each man, jack you here...
has proved his mettle a hundred timesover!
- And a hundred times again! - Aye!
Suffered I have.
Punished we were. The lot of us disproportionate to our crime!
Here it is!
The cursed treasure of Cortés 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.
And who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?
- Us! - And whose blood must yet to be paid?
Hers!
You know the first thing I’m goin’ to do after the curse is lifted...
...eat a whole bushel of apples.
Begun by blood, by blood undone.
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 it still upon us. - Yes!
You, maid! Your father, what was his name? Was your father William Turner?
- No. - Where’s his child?
The child that 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!
- Aye! - No! She had the medallion...
...she’s the proper age.
She said her name was Turner, you heard her
You brought us here for nothing!
I won’t take questions and no second guesses, not from the likes of you, Master Twigg?
Who’s to blame? Every decision you’ve made has led us from bad to worse.
- It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths! - Aye!
And it’s you who brought us here in the first place! - Aye!
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! Well, after her!
You pack of ingrates!
The oars have gone missing. Find them!
- You. You’re supposed to be dead! - Am I not?
- Parley! - That’s the one. Parley! Parley.
Damned to the depths whatever man had thought of parley?
That would be the French.
- Not more pirates! - Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth.
- Mr. Gibbs? - Hey, boy! Where be Jack?
Jack? Jack Sparrow?
He fell behind.
Keep to the code!
Raise anchor!
Hoist the sails! Make quickly.
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 mate...
I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.
Ah, well, I won't be making that mistake again.
- Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow? - Yeah!
Kill him!
The girl’s blood didn’t work, did it?
Hold your fire!
You know whose blood we need?
I know whose blood ye need.
What sort of a man trades a man’s life for a ship?
Pirate.
- Here, let me. - Thank you.
You said you gave Barbossa my name as yours. Why?
I don’t know.
I’m sorry. Blacksmith’s hands, I know they’re rough.
No...I mean yes, they are but...
...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.
I’m so sorry, please forgive me.
So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word ...
...it’s the one I need and watch you sail away on 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 us with the problem of 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, innit?
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, aye?
What say you to that?
Now you see, Jack , that’s exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl.
People are easy to search when they’re dead.
Lock him in the brig!
- What’s happening? - The Black Pearl, she’s gaining on us.
This is the fastest ship in the Caribbean.
You can tell them that after they’ve caught us.
We’re shallow on the draft, right?
Well, then can't we lose them amongst those shoals?
We don’t have to outrun them long, just long enough.
- Lighten the ship. Stem to stern!
Anything that 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!
Nails and crushed glass!
With a will.
The pearl is going to lap up on our port quarter.
She’ll rake us without ever presenting a target!
Lower the anchor on the right side.
- On the starboard side! - It certainly has the element of surprise.
- You’re daft, lady! You both are. - Daft like Jack.
Lower the starboard anchor!
Do it ye dogs or it’s you we’ll load into the cannons!
Let go!
Hard aport. Rack the starboard oars!
Keep us steady now!
- Fire! - Fire!
Stop blowing holes in my ship!
We could use a few more ideas, lass! - Your turn!
We need us a devil’s dowry.
- We’ll give them her. - She’s not what they’re after.
The medallion.
Hands! Grapples, at the ready. Prepare to board!
!
...to the powder magazine! And the rest of you bring me the medallion!
Hey! Hey! Below!
Thanks very much.
Jack!
Bloody empty.
That’s not very nice.
Where's the medallion?
Wretch!
- Ah, where’s dear William ? - Will.
I can’t move it!
- Why thank you, Jack. - You’re welcome.
Not you. We named the monkey Jack.
- Gents, our hope is restored! - Yeah!
If any of you as much as thinks the word parley, I’ll have your guts for garters.
Stop it!
Welcome back, Miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time.
It holds fair now that you return the favor.
Barbossa!
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.
- 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.
He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us.
On my word do as I say or I’ll pull this trigger.
And be lost forever 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 having that dress back before you go?
I always liked you.