What Code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
Pirate's 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!
Our salvation is nigh!
Our torment is near an end.
Elizabeth.
For 10 years we've been tested and tried,
and each man jack of you 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 Cortés himself.
Every last piece that went astray, we have returned.
Save for this.
Jack!
Not yet. We wait for the opportune moment.
881 we found, but despaired of ever finding the last.
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 be paid?
Hers!
You know the first thing I'm gonna do
after the curse is lifted?
Eat a whole bushel of apples.
Begun by blood.
By blood undone.
Sorry, Jack. I'm not gonna 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!
You, maid! Your father, what was his name?
Was your father William Turner?
No.
Where's his child that sailed from England eight years ago?
The child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner?
You two!
You brought us the wrong person!
No!
She had the medallion. She's the proper age.
She said her name was Turner.
I think she lied to us.
You brought us here for nothing.
I won't take questioning or second guesses from you, 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!
Yeah!
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!
No oars here!
Where's the oars?
The oars have gone missing.
Find them!
Find the oars!
You.
You're supposed to be dead!
Am I not?
Palulay.
Palu-li-la-la-lulu.
Parlili.
Parsnip, parsley, partner, partner.
Parley?
That's the one! Parley!
Parley?
Damn to the depths whatever man that thought up "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.
Weigh anchor!
Hoist the sails! Make quick!
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.
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?
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 have 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.
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?
That still leaves the problem of me on some beach
with naught but a name and your word
it's the one I need.
Of the two of us,
I'm 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 easy to search when they're dead.
Lock him in the brig.
Hands aloft to loose t'gallants!
With this wind, she'll carry every sail we've got!
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 shallower on the draft?
Aye.
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 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.
- Pull! - Ho!
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's" gonna luff 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 has the element of surprise.
You're daft, lady! You both are!
Daft like Jack!
Lower the starboard anchor!
Do it, you dogs, or it's you we'll load into the cannons!
Let go!
They're clubhauling!
Hard to port! Rack the starboard oars.
Hard to port!
Keep us steady, man.
Now!
Fire!
Fire all!
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.
Raise your colors, you bloomin' cockroaches!
Hands, grapnels, at the ready.
Prepare to board!
Blast all to carcasses, men!
Forward clear to the powder magazine.
And the rest of you, bring me that medallion!
Help!
Hey!
Below!
Thanks very much.
Jack!
Bloody empty.
Aaah!
That's not very nice.
Where's the medallion?
Wretch!
Ahh.
Where's dear William?
Will!
Elizabeth!
Monkey!
I can't move it!
Come on!
Will!
Elizabeth!
Why, 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've got to stop it!
- Stop it! - 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.
He'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.
Go on, poppet, go!
Walk the plank!
Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!
Don't dare impugn me honor, boy.
I agreed she'd go free,
but it was you who failed to specify when or where.
Though does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it?
Aye.
So I'll be having that dress back before you go.
I always liked you.
Goes with your black heart.
Ooh, 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 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.
Yeah.
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,
You can be the gentleman and shoot the lady
and starve to death yourself.
That's the second time
I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship.
But you were marooned on this island before.
We can escape the same way you did.
To what point and purpose, young Missy?
The "Black Pearl" is gone.
Unless you have a rudder and 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 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, all right?
Last time...
The rumrunners used this island as a cache,
came by, and I was able to barter passage off.
From the looks of things,
they've long been out of business.
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
me hearties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho
Ouch!
A pirate's life for me
I love this song!
Really bad eggs!
Ooh.
When I get the "Pearl" back,
I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew.
We'll sing it all the time.
You'll be the most fearsome pirate 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, you know.
It's not just a keel 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,
I think.
The scenery has definitely improved.
- Mr. Sparrow. - Mm-hmm?
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 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 even the most respectable men into scoundrels.
Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high.
The entire Royal Navy is looking for me.
Do you think there is the slightest chance they won't see?
But why is the rum gone?
Just wait, Captain Sparrow.
You give it one hour, maybe two, 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,
not go gallivanting after pirates!
Then we condemn him to death.
The boy's fate is regrettable,
but so was his decision to engage in piracy.
To rescue me. To prevent anything from happening to me.
If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion.
The "Pearl" was listing near to scuppers after the battle.
It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time.
Think about it.
The "Black Pearl."
The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate.
How can you pass that up, right?
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.
You will spend the rest of the voyage
contemplating all 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?
OI' Bootstrap Bill.
We knew him.
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.
Well, 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.
And last we saw of OI' Bill Turner,
he was sinking to the crushing, black oblivion
of Davy Jones' locker.
'Course 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 to an ambush.
Not if you're the one doing the ambushing.
I convince Barbossa to send his men out with their little boats.
You and your mates return to the "Dauntless"
and blast the bejesus out of them with your little cannons.
What do you have to lose?
Nothing I'd lament being rid of.
Now, to be quite honest with you,
there's a risk to those aboard the "Dauntless,"
which includes the future Mrs. Commodore.
Sorry, but it's for your own safety.
The commodore ordered! I have to tell him!
The pirates!
They're cursed! They can't be killed!
Don't worry. He's informed of that.
A mermaid flopped up on deck and told him the whole story.
This is Jack Sparrow's doing!
No reason to fret.
Just 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. Beg your pardon.
- Begun by blood. - Excuse me.
By blood...
Jack!
It's not possible.
Not probable.
Where's Elizabeth?
She's safe, just like I promised.
She's set to marry Norrington, like she promised.
You get to die for her, like you promised.
So we're all men of our word, really.
Except for Elizabeth who is, in fact, a woman.
Shut up! You're next.
You don't want to be doing that, mate.
No, I really think I do.
Your funeral.
Why don't I want to be doing it?
Well, because...
Because the "HMS Dauntless," pride of the Royal Navy,
is floating just offshore, waiting for you.
What we doing here?
The pirates come out, unprepared and unawares.
We catch them in a crossfire, send them down to see Old Hob.
I know why we're here.
I meant, why aren't we doing
what Mr. Sparrow said we should do with the cannons and all?
Because it was Mr. Sparrow who said it.
You think he wasn't telling the truth?
Just hear me out, mate.
You order your men to row to the "Dauntless."
They do what they do best.
Robert's your uncle. Fannie's your aunt.
There you are with two ships.
The makings of your very own fleet.
You'll take the grandest as your flagship, and who's to argue?
But what of the "Pearl?"
Name me captain.
I'll sail under your colors. I'll give you 10% of me plunder.
And you get to introduce yourself as Commodore Barbossa.
Savvy?
I suppose in exchange, you want me not to kill the whelp.
No, no, no. Not at all. By all means, kill the whelp.
Just not yet.
Wait to lift the curse until the opportune moment.
For instance...
After you've killed Norrington's men.
Every last one.
You've been planning this from the beginning.
Ever since you learned my name.
Yeah.
I want 50% of your plunder.
- 15%. - 40%.
25%.
I'll buy you the hat.
A really big one, Commodore.
We have an accord.
All hands to the boats!
Apologies.
You give the orders.
Gents, take a walk.
Not to the boats?
Hold fire.
Oh, this is just like what the Greeks done at Troy.
Except they was in a horse instead of dresses.
Wooden horse.
A moment, please.
Elizabeth?
I just want you to know
I believe you made a very good decision today.
Couldn't be more proud of you.
But, you know, even a good decision,
if made for the wrong reasons, can be a wrong decision.
Look into that. Report back.
Lieutenant?
Yoo-hoo!
Elizabeth?
Are you there?
Elizabeth, are you even listening to me?
Oh, what have you done?
- Oooh! - Stop that!
Already feel like a fool.
Look nice, though.
I look nice?
I must admit, Jack, I thought I had you figured.
But it turns out you're a hard man to predict.
Me? I'm dishonest.
And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
Honestly.
It's the honest ones you want to watch for,
because you can never predict
when they're going to do something incredibly stupid.
Aaah!
You're off the edge of the map, mate.
Here there be monsters.
Right!
What would you pick to eat first?
I think we should decide now.
Just so we're ready when the time comes.
What was that?
Shh!
Miss Elizabeth!
Make for the ship! Move!
To the ship!
Row, men!
You can't beat me, Jack.
That's interesting.
I couldn't resist, mate.
Aaah!
Sorry!
So what now, Jack Sparrow?
Are we to be two immortals locked in an epic battle
until judgment day and trumpets sound?
Or you could surrender.
Aaaah!
All of you with me!
Will is in that cave. We must save him.
Ready. And heave!
Please, I need your help! Come on!
Any port in a storm.
Cotton's right. We've got the "Pearl."
What about Jack? Are you gonna leave him?
Jack owes us a ship.
There's the Code to consider.
The Code?
You're pirates.
Hang the Code, and hang the rules!
They're more like guidelines anyway.
Bloody pirates!
- Hey. - What?
Is it supposed to be doing that?
They're stealing our ship!
Bloody pirates!
Boarders, away!
Come on!
Gaaah!
Me eye!
- Aaaah! - Aaaah!
I'm gonna teach you the meaning of pain!
Do you like pain?
Try wearing a corset.
Whose side is Jack on?
At the moment?
Aaaaaah!
No fair.
Ten years you carry that pistol, and now you waste your shot.
He didn't waste it.
I feel...
Cold.
Parley?
The ship is ours, gentlemen.
Huzzah!
We should return to the "Dauntless."
Your fiancé will be wanting to know you're safe.
If you were waiting for the opportune moment...
That was it.
If you'd be so kind,
I'd be much obliged if you'd drop me off at my ship.
I'm sorry, Jack.
They done what's right by them. Can't expect more than that.
"Jack Sparrow, be it known that you..."
Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow.
"For your willful commission of crimes against the crown."
"Said crimes being numerous in quantity
and sinister in nature.
The most egregious of these to be cited herewith.
Piracy, smuggling..."
This is wrong.
Commodore Norrington is bound by the law.
As are we all.
"Impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy.
Impersonating a cleric of the church of England."
Ah, yeah.
"Sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping,
looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity,
depredation, and general lawlessness.
And for these crimes
you have been sentenced to be, on this day,
hung by the neck until dead.
May God have mercy on your soul."
Governor Swann.
Commodore.
Elizabeth.
I should have told you every day from the moment I met you.
I love you.
Marines.
I can't breathe.
Elizabeth!
Move!
What...
Move!
Come on!
- Right! - Come on, lads!
I thought we might endure some ill-conceived escape attempt.
But not from you.
On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency.
And this is how you thank me?
By throwing in your lot with him?
He's a pirate!
And a good man.
If all I have achieved is the hangman
will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it.
My conscience will be clear.
You forget your place, Turner.
It's right here between you and Jack.
As is mine.
Elizabeth!
Lower your weapons.
For goodness sake, put them down!
So this is where your heart truly lies, then?
It is.
Well! I'm actually feeling rather good about this.
I think we've all arrived at a special place.
Spiritually.
Ecumenically.
Grammatically.
I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate.
Know that.
Elizabeth.
It would never have worked between us, darling.
I'm sorry.
Will.
Nice hat.
Friends.
This is a day that you will always remember
as the day that...
Idiot. He has nowhere to go but back to the noose.
Sail ho!
What's your plan of action?
Sir?
Perhaps on the rare occasion
pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy,
piracy itself can be the right course?
Mr. Turner.
I will accept the consequences of my actions.
This is a beautiful sword.
I would expect the man who made it to show the same care
in every aspect of his life.
Thank you.
Commodore!
What about Sparrow?
Well, I think we can afford to give him one day's head start.
So.
This is the path you've chosen, is it?
After all, he is a blacksmith.
No.
He's a pirate.
Heave!
Thought you were supposed to keep to the Code.
We figured they were more actual guidelines.
Thank you.
Captain Sparrow.
The "Black Pearl" is yours.
On deck, you scabrous dogs!
Hands to braces!
Let down and haul to run free!
Now, bring me that horizon.
And really bad eggs.
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!