I find it distasteful to even contemplate the horror facing all those on board.
What do you want from me?
Your authority as governor, your influence in London,
and your loyalty to the East India Trading Company.
To you, you mean.
Shall I remove these shackles?
Do what you can for my daughter.
(Beckett) So you see, Mercer, every man has a price he will willingly accept.
Even for what he hoped never to sell.
I wager... ten years.
I'll match ten years.
Agreed.
Wondering how it's played?
- I understand. - Liar!
(Will) It's a game of deception. But your bet includes all the dice, not just your own.
- What are they wagering? - Oh, the only thing we have.
Years of service.
- So any crew member can be challenged? - Aye. Anyone.
I challenge Davy Jones.
(heavy footsteps)
I accept, mate.
- The stakes? - My soul. An eternity of servitude.
No!
Against?
I want this.
- How do you know of the key? - That's not part of the game, is it?
You can still walk away.
- What's this? - I'm in. Matching his wager.
No! Don't do this.
The die is cast.
I bid three twos.
It's your bid, Captain.
Four fours.
Four fives.
Six threes.
Seven fives.
Eight fives.
Welcome to the crew, lad.
Twelve fives.
Call me a liar, or up the bid.
And be called a liar myself for my trouble?
Bootstrap Bill, you're a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship.
Master Turner, feel free to go ashore...
the very next time we make port!
Fool. Why did you do that?
I couldn't let you lose.
It was never about winning or losing.
The key.
You just wanted to know where it was.
(snores)
Captain says I'm to relieve you.
Captain's orders.
(snores)
(grunts)
(plays note)
(plays lullaby)
Here. Take this, too.
Now, get yourself to land, and stay there.
It was always in my blood to die at sea.
It was not a fate I ever wanted for you.
It's not a fate you had to choose for yourself, either.
Aye. I could say I did what I had to, when I left you to go pirating.
But it would taste a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted.
You owe me nothing, Will.
Now go.
- They'll know you helped me. - (laughs)
What more can they do to me?
I take this with a promise.
I'll find a way to sever Jones's hold on you,
and not rest until this blade pierces his heart.
I will not abandon you.
I promise.
- (Gibbs) Beckett? - (Elizabeth) Yes, they're signed.
Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company.
Bluergh!
Will was working for Beckett and never said a word.
Beckett wants the compass. Only one reason for that.
Of course.
- He wants the chest. - Yes, he did say something about a chest.
If the company controls the chest, they controls the sea.
- A truly discomfiting notion, love. - And bad.
Bad for every mother's son what calls himself a pirate.
I think there's a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails.
Brace the foreyard!
Might I enquire as to how you came by these?
- Persuasion. - Friendly?
Decidedly not.
Will strikes a deal, yet you were the one with the prize - full pardon.
"Commission as a privateer on behalf of England
"and the East India Trading Company."
As if I could be bought for such a low price.
- Jack, the letters, give them back. - No.
Persuade me.
You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword?
As I said, persuade me.
It's a curious thing.
There was a time I would have wanted you to look like that while thinking about me.
- I don't know what you mean. - I think you do.
Oh, don't be absurd. I trust him, that's all.
So you never wondered how your latest fianc�
ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place?
(man) Strange to come upon a longboat so far out in open water.
Just put as many leagues behind us as you can. As fast as you can.
And what are we running from?
That dress. Where did you get it?
It was found aboard the ship.
The crew thought it was a spirit bringing some omen of ill-fate.
- That's foolish. - Oh, yes. Exceedingly foolish.
It brought good fortune. The spirit told us, "Pull in at Tortuga,"
and we made a nice bit of profit there.
Off the books, of course.
I imagine some of your crew may have jumped ship there.
- Why do you ask? - Captain! A ship's been spotted.
- Colors? - She isn't flying any.
- Pirates. - Or worse.
You will watch this.
Aagh!
Let no joyful voice be heard!
Let no man look up at the sky with hope.
Aargh!
And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake...
the kraken.
No!
I've doomed us all.
It's the Flying Dutchman!
(crash)
Oh, Mother Carey's chickens! What happened?
Must have hit a reef.
Free the rudder! Hard to port then hard to starboard.
- Free the rudder! - Hard to port!
(man screams)
- Kraken! - Kraken!
Here it is! Take it!
Take it!
Aargh!
Agh! Aaaagh!
(screaming)
Aagh!
Aaagh!
The boy's not here. He must have been claimed by the sea.
I am the sea.
You need time alone with your thoughts.
- Brig! - What of the survivors?
There are no survivors.
(grunts)
The chest is no longer safe. Chart a course to Isla Cruces.
Get me there first, or there'll be the devil to pay.
"First"?
Who sent that thieving charlatan onto my ship?
Who told him of the key?
Jack Sparrow.
My intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.
I just thought I'd be married by now.
I'm so ready to be married.
You know...
(clears throat)
Lizzie, I am captain of a ship,
and being captain of a ship, I could in fact perform a "marr-i-age" right here.
Right on this deck.
Right... now.
No, thank you.
Why not?
We are very much alike, you and I. I and you. Us.
Oh. Except for a sense of honor and decency and a moral center.
And personal hygiene.
Trifles.
You will come over to my side. I know it.
- 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.
(Gibbs) 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.
(Jack) 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!
(shouting)
(beating)
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!
(Jack) 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? - (imitates Elizabeth) 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!
(Elizabeth) Stop it!
Hyah!
(Elizabeth) 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. (belches)
- Sad. - (Elizabeth) 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.
(snarling)
(bell chimes)
By your leave, Mr. Norrington.
(bell chimes)
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!
(Pintel) We got it! We got it! We got it!
Hello, poppet.
(shouting)
Come on, run!
(Elizabeth screams)
- (Elizabeth) Sword! - Sword! Sword!
Sword!
Aargh!
Ugh!
(speaks gibberish)
Follow my voice. Follow my voice.
To the left... no, turn around.
Go to the right.
No, that's a tree.
Oh, shut it.
(beating)
Jar of dirt!
Argh!
Right.
(Pintel) 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!
(chuckling)
Your bravery is wasted.
I shall pry the chest away from your cold, dead hands.
- Here you go! - Oof!
(laughing)
(speaks gibberish)
Pirates!
(mutters)
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!
(cheering)
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!
(whimpers)
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!
(cheering)
- It'll be back. We have to get off the ship. - There's no boats.
Pull the grates. Get all the gunpowder onto the net in the cargo hold!
- Whatever you do, don't miss. - As soon as you're clear.
We are short-stocked on gunpowder! Six barrels!
Hurry up!
- There's only six kegs of powder! - Then load the rum.
Aye, the rum too!
Step to!
Oh, you coward.
(thud)
Not good.
- Haul away! - Heave!
- Heave like you're being paid for it! - Put your backs into it!
(screaming)
Aargh!
(whimpers)
- I got you! I got you! - Don't let me go!
- I won't let you go! - Shoot me!
- Clear? - Higher! Higher!
Here! Come on!
Come and get me. I'm over here!
Come on!
Shoot! Elizabeth, shoot!
(screams)
(kraken bellows)
Did we kill it?
No. We just made it angry.
We're not out of this yet. Captain, orders!
Abandon ship. Into the longboat.
Jack. The Pearl.
She's only a ship, mate.
He's right. We have to head for land.
- It's a lot of open water. - It's a lot of water.
We have to try. We can get away as it takes down the Pearl.
Abandon ship.
Abandon ship or abandon hope.
Thank you, Jack.
We're not free yet, love.
You came back.
I always knew you were a good man.
Prepare to cast off. There's no time to lose.
Come on, Will. Step to!
(chains clink)
It's after you, not the ship.
It's not us.
This is the only way, don't you see?
I'm not sorry.
Pirate.
Where's Jack?
He elected to stay behind to give us a chance.
Go!
Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!
Come on!
Just got it. Come on.
(roars)
Not so bad.
Oh.
Hello, beastie.
Jack Sparrow, our debt is settled.
The captain goes down with his ship.
Turns out not even Jack Sparrow can best the devil.
Open the chest.
Open the chest. I need to see it!
Damn you, Jack Sparrow!
(Mercer) The last of our ships is returned.
Is there any news on the chest?
None. But one of the ships did pick up a man adrift at sea.
He had these.
I took the liberty of filling in my name.
If you intend to claim these, then you must have something to trade.
Do you have the compass?
Better.
(beating)
The heart of Davy Jones.
Against the cold...
and the sorrow.
It's a shame.
I know you're thinking that with the Pearl
you could have captured the devil and set free your father's soul.
Doesn't matter now.
The Pearl is gone,
along with its captain.
(Gibbs) Aye.
And already the world seems a bit less bright.
He fooled us all right till the end,
but I guess that honest streak finally won out.
To Jack Sparrow.
- Never another like Captain Jack. - He was a gentleman of fortune, he was.
He was a good man.
If there was anything could be done to bring him back...
- Elizabeth. - Would you do it?
Hm?
What would you...
Hm?
What would any of you be willing to do, hm?
Would you sail to the ends of the Earth and beyond
to fetch back witty Jack and him precious Pearl?
Aye.
(parrot squawks) Aye.
Yes.
Aye.
All right.
But if you go and brave the weird and haunted shores at world's end...
then you will need a captain who knows those waters.
So tell me, what's become of my ship?