Come to join my crew again, Master Turner?
Not yours.
His.
Jack Sparrow sends his regards.
Sparrow?
You didn't tell him.
We rescued Jack from the Locker along with the Black Pearl.
What else have you not told me?
There is an issue far more troublesome.
I believe you're familiar with a person called Calypso.
Not a person.
A heathen god.
One who delights in cursing men with their wildest dreams
and then revealing them to be hollow and naught but ash.
- The world is well rid of her. - Not quite so well, actually.
The Brethren Court intends to release her.
No! They cannot!
The First Court promised to imprison her forever.
- That was our agreement. - Your agreement?
I showed them how to bind her.
She could not be trusted.
I... She gave me no choice.
We must act before they release her.
You loved her.
She's the one.
And then you betrayed her.
She pretended to love me.
She betrayed me.
And after which betrayal did you cut out your heart, I wonder.
Do not test me.
I hadn't finished that.
You will free my father.
And you will guarantee Elizabeth's safety.
Along with my own.
Your terms are steep, Mr. Turner.
We will expect fair value in return.
There is only one price I will accept:
Calypso murdered.
Calypso's aboard the Black Pearl.
Jack has sailed the Black Pearl to Shipwreck Cove.
And with you no longer aboard her, how do you propose to lead us there?
What is it you want most?
Look at them all.
There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.
And I owe them all money.
As he who issued summons,
I convene this, the Fourth Brethren Court.
To confirm your lordship and right to be heard,
present now your pieces of eight, my fellow cap'ns.
Those aren't pieces of eight. They're just pieces of junk.
Aye. The original plan was to use nine pieces of eight to bind Calypso.
But when the First Court met, the Brethren were to a one skint broke.
So change the name.
To "nine pieces of whatever we happened to have in our pockets at the time?"
Oh, yes. That sounds very piratey.
Master Ragetti, if you will.
I kept it safe, just like you said when you gave it to me.
Aye, you have. But now I need it back.
Sparrow.
Might I point out that we are still short one pirate lord,
and I'm as content as a cucumber to wait until Sao Feng joins us.
Sao Feng is dead.
He fell to the Flying Dutchman.
The plagued ship.
He made you captain? They're giving the bloody title away now.
- ¡Qué lo manden al diablo! - Listen. Listen to me.
Our location has been betrayed.
Jones is under the command of Lord Beckett. They're on their way here.
- Who is this betrayer? - Not likely anyone among us.
- Where's Will? - Not among us.
It matters not how they found us. The question is,
what will we do now that they have?
We fight.
Shipwreck Cove is a fortress.
A well-supplied fortress.
There is no need to fight if they cannot get to us.
There be a third course.
In another age, at this very spot,
the First Brethren Court captured the sea goddess and bound her in her bones.
That was a mistake.
Oh, we tamed the seas for ourselves, aye.
But opened the door to Beckett and his ilk.
Better were the days when mastery of seas
came not from bargains struck with eldritch creatures,
but from the sweat of a man's brow and the strength of his back alone.
You all know this to be true.
Gentlemen.
Ladies.
We must free Calypso.
- Shoot him. - Cut out his tongue!
Shoot him, cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue. And trim that beard.
Sao Feng would've agreed with Barbossa.
Calypso was our enemy then, she will be our enemy now.
It's unlikely her mood's improved.
I would still agree with Sao Feng. We release Calypso.
- You threaten me? - I silence you.
- This is madness. - This is politics.
Meanwhile, our enemies are bearing down upon us.
If they not be here already.
My sweet.
You come for me.
- You were expecting me. - It has been torture.
Trapped in this single form.
Cut off from the sea.
From all that I love.
From you.
Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged to me.
Ten years I looked after those who died at sea.
And, finally, when we could be together again...
...you weren't there.
Why weren't you there?
It's my nature.
Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?
I do not love you.
Many things you were, Davy Jones.
But never cruel.
You have corrupted your purpose...
...and so your self.
And you did hide away what should always have been mine.
Calypso.
I will be free.
And when I am, I would give you my heart.
And we would be together always.
If only you had a heart to give.
Why did you come?
And what fate have you planned for your captors?
The Brethren Court?
All of them, the last thing they will learn in this life...
...is how cruel I can be.
And what of your fate, Davy Jones?
My heart will always belong to you.
It was the First Court what imprisoned Calypso.
We should be the ones to set her free.
And in her gratitude, she will see fit to grant us boons.
Whose boons? Your boons?
Utterly deceptive twaddle-speak, says I.
If you have a better alternative, please, share.
Cuttlefish.
Aye.
Let us not, dear friends,
forget our dear friends, the cuttlefish.
Flipping glorious little sausages.
Pen them up together, they'll devour each other without a second thought.
Human nature, isn't it?
Or... Or fish nature.
So, yes, we could hole up here well-provisioned and well-armed.
Half of us would be dead within the month.
Which seems quite grim to me, any way you slice it. Or...
Uh...
As my learned colleague so naively suggests,
we can release Calypso, and we can pray that she will be merciful.
I rather doubt it.
Can we pretend she's anything other than a woman scorned
like which fury hell hath no? We cannot.
Res ipsa loquitur, tabula in naufragio.
We are left with but one option.
I agree with, and I cannot believe the words are coming out of me mouth...
...Captain Swann. We must fight.
- You've always run away from a fight. - Have not.
- Have so. - Have not.
- Have so. - Have not!
- You have so, and you know it. - Have not. Slander and calumny.
I have only ever embraced that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions.
I submit that here now that is what we all must do:
We must fight...
...to run away.
- Aye! - Aye!
As per the code, an act of war, and this be exactly that,
can only be declared by the pirate king.
- You made that up. - Did I, now?
I call on Cap'n Teague, keeper of the code.
Sri Sumbhajee proclaims this all to be folly!
Hang the code. Who cares a...?
Code is the law.
You're in my way, boy.
- The code. - The code.
As set forth by Morgan and Bartholomew.
- That can't... How did... - Sea turtles, mate.
Sea turtles.
Ah. Barbossa is right.
Hang on a minute.
"It shall be the duties, as the king,
to declare war, parley with shared adversaries... "
Fancy that.
There has not been a king since the First Court.
And that's not likely to change.
- Not likely. - Why not?
See, the pirate king is elected by popular vote.
And each pirate only ever votes for hisself.
I call for a vote.
I vote for Ammand the corsair.
Capitaine Chevalle, the penniless Frenchman.
Sri Sumbhajee votes for Sri Sumbhajee.
Mistress Ching.
Gentleman Jocard.
- Elizabeth Swann. - Barbossa.
Vallenueva!
Elizabeth Swann.
- What? - I know. Curious, isn't it?
Vote for me. Vote for me.
What you talking about?
No!
Am I to understand that you lot will not be keeping to the code, then?
Very well.
What say you, Captain Swann, king of the Brethren Court?
Prepare every vessel that floats.
At dawn...
...we're at war.
And so we shall go to war.
What?
You've seen it all, done it all. You survived.
That's the trick, isn't it? To survive?
It's not just about living forever, Jackie.
The trick is living with yourself forever.
How's Mum?
She looks great.
The enemy is here! Let's take them!
Abandon ship. Abandon ship.
Parley?
You be the cur that led these wolves to our door.
Don't blame Turner. He was merely the tool of your betrayal.
If you wish to see its grand architect, look to your left.
My hands are clean in this.
Figuratively.
My actions were my own and to my own purpose.
- Jack had nothing to do with it. - Well spoke. Listen to the tool.
Will, I've been aboard the Dutchman.
I understand the burden you bear, but I fear that cause is lost.
No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.
If Turner wasn't acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this?
You made a deal with me, Jack, to deliver the pirates. And here they are.
Don't be bashful. Step up. Claim your reward.
Your debt to me is still to be satisfied.
One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman. As a start.
That debt was paid, mate. With some help.
- You escaped. - Technically.
I propose an exchange.
Will leaves with us...
...and you can take Jack.
Done.
- Undone. - Done.
Jack's one of the nine pirate lords. You have no right.
King.
- As you command, your nibs. - Blackguard!
If ye have something to say, I might be saying something as well.
First to the finish, then?
Do you fear death?
You've no idea.
Advise your Brethren,
you can fight, and all of you will die.
Or you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die.
You murdered my father.
He chose his own fate.
And you have chosen yours.
We will fight.
And you will die.
So be it.
King?
Of the Brethren Court. Courtesy of Jack.
Maybe he really does know what he's doing.
Bravo!
You've successfully arrived aboard the Dutchman as per the overall scheme.
- Look - Oh, yes. Chapeau, mate.
Except for this sojourn in the brig, it's utter clockwork.
Go away.
- What, back to the Locker? - Not without you, Jackie.
Stab the heart.
Live forever as captain of the Flying Dutchman.
Then again...
...if you're in the brig...
...who's to stab the heart?
Does seem to put immortality a bit out of reach.
Peanut.
We'll need to use the Black Pearl as a flagship to lead the attack.
- Oh, will we now? - All right, Mrs. Fish. Come on.
Barbossa, you can't release her.
We need to give Jack a chance.
Apologies, Your Majesty. Too long my fate has not been in me own hands.
No longer.
The enemy...
...has opted for oblivion.
Ready the fleet.
- To your stations. - To your stations.
Be there some manner of rite or incantation?
Aye.
The items brought together, done.
Items to be burned...
...and someone must speak the words:
"Calypso, I release you from your human bonds. "
Is that it?
'Tis said it must be spoken as if to a lover.
Ooh!
Calypso, I release you from your human bonds!
- Is that it? - No, no, no. He didn't say it right.
He didn't...
You have to say it right.
Calypso...
...I release you from your human bonds.
Tia Dalma.
Calypso.
When the Brethren Court imprisoned you, who was it that told them how?
- Who was it that betrayed you? - Name him.
Davy Jones.
This is it! This is it!
Calypso!
I come before you as but a servant, humble and contrite.
I have fulfilled me vow and now ask your favor.
Spare meself, me ship, me crew...
...but unleash your fury upon those who dare pretend themselves your masters...
...or mine.
Is that it?
Why, she's no help at all.
What now?
Nothing.
Our final hope has failed us.
- It's not over. - There's still a fight to be had.
We've an armada against us, and with the Dutchman, there's no chance.
There's only a fool's chance.
Revenge won't bring your father back, Miss Swann,
and it's not something I'm intending to die for.
You're right.
Then what shall we die for?
You will listen to me.
Listen!
The Brethren will still be looking here to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead.
And what will they see?
Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No.
No, they will see free men and freedom!
And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons.
They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do.
By the sweat of our brows,
and the strength of our backs...
...and the courage of our hearts.
Gentlemen...
...hoist the colors.
Hoist the colors.
- Hoist the colors. - Hoist the colors!
Aye.
The wind's on our side, boys. That's all we need!
Hoist the colors!
We have a favorable wind, sir.
Oh, so we do.
Signal Jones to give no quarter.
That should brighten his day.
To arms! We give no quarter!
Calypso.
Have you noticed, on top of everything, it's raining?
That's a bad sign.
Man the capstan. Raise the main topyard. Keep that powder dry.
Maelstrom!
Captain Barbossa!
We need you at the helm.
Aye, that be true.
Brace up yards, you cack-handed deck apes.
Dying is the day worth living for.
Veer off!
She'll not harm us.
Full-bore and into the abyss.
Are you mad?
Ha! You afraid to get wet?
She's on our stern and gaining.
More speed! Haul your wind and hold your water.
Bow cannons!
Blow the cannons!
Take us out or they'll overbear us.
Nay. Further in. We'll cut across to faster waters.
Prepare to broadside.
Captain the guns. Bear a hand.
Muster your courage, men. At the ready.
Think like the whelp. Think like the whelp. Think like the whelp.
Hinges. Hinges.
Think like the whelp.
Half-barrel hinges.
Leverage.
Wish us luck, boys. We'll need it.
- I miss him already. - He is quite charming, isn't he?
Nobody move.
I dropped me brain.
Batten down the hatches!
Stand to your guns.
Midship cannoneers, sight the masts.
Main battery at the ready!
Hold there! Wait till we're board-and-board.
Fire!
- Fire! - Fire! Fire all!
Fire!
Come on, men.
It be too late to alter course now, mateys.
Halt there or we'll shoot.
Good one.
I just come to get me effects.
Admirable though it may be, why are you here when you could be elsewhere?
Someone has to stay and guard the chest.
There's no question, there's a breakdown in military discipline on this vessel.
I blame the fish people.
Oh, so fish people, by dint of being fish people,
automatically aren't as disciplined as non-fish people?
Seems contributory, is all I'm suggesting.
It's true, if there were no fish people, there'd be no need to guard the chest.
And if there were no chest we wouldn't need to be here to guard it.
Prepare to board!
Cover!
No!
Lookee here, boys. A lost bird.
A lost bird that never learned to fly.
To my great regret.
But...
...never too late to learn, eh?
Whoa!
The chest, hand it over.
I can set you free, mate.
My freedom was forfeit long ago.
Elizabeth.
Will you marry me?
I don't think now's the best time.
Now may be the only time.
I love you.
I've made my choice. What's yours?
Barbossa.
Marry us.
I'm a little busy at the moment.
Barbossa, now.
Fine, then.
Dearly beloved, we be gathered here today...
To nail your gizzards to the mast, you poxy cur.
Elizabeth Swann, do you take me to be your husband?
- I do. - Great.
Will Turner, do you take me...
...to be your wife...
...in sickness and in health...
...with health being the less likely?
I do.
As captain, I now pronounce you...
You may kiss...
Just kiss.
Leave it.
You can do nothing without the key.
I already have the key.
No, you don't.
Oh, that key.
No!
Oi. My pistol.
Turner.
Fire!
Thank you, Jack.
Stop! It's me.
It's Will. Your son.
Ha!
Go!
Harridan! You'll see no mercy from me.
That's why I brought this.
I'm not going to kill you. I made you a promise.
Missed.
Did you forget? I'm a heartless wretch.
Ah. Love.
A dreadful bond.
And yet, so easily severed.
Tell me, William Turner, do you fear death?
Do you?
Heady tonic, holding life and death in the palm of one's hand.
You're a cruel man, Jack Sparrow.
Cruel is a matter of perspective.
Is it?
Will?
Look at me! Stay with me! You're all right.
William?
My son.
Will? Will? Look at me. Look at me!
You will not forestall my judgment.
Calypso.
She's taking us down! Make quick or it's the Locker for us all!
No.
No, no.
No!
Part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew.
Don't leave me.
Don't. No!
I won't leave you.
The Dutchman must have a captain.
Hold on.
Thank goodness, Jack.
The armada's still out there. The Endeavor's coming up hard to starboard,
and I think it's time we embrace that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions.
Never actually been one for tradition.
Close haul her. Luff the sails and lay her in irons.
Belay that, or we'll be a sitting duck.
Belay that "belay that. "
- But the arma... - Belay.
- The Endeav... - Stow. Shut it.
What are they waiting for?
He expects us to honor our agreement.
Ready guns and gun ports.
It's nothing personal, Jack. It's just good business.
Ah, she survived.
- Ready on the guns. - Guns ready.
Full canvas.
Aye, full canvas.
Orders, sir.
Sir!
Cap'n.
- Fire. - Fire!
- Fire!
Fire, all!
Orders? Orders, sir?
Sir, what do you command?
It's just...
...good business.
Abandon ship!
- Abandon ship! - All hands, abandon ship!
They're turning away!
Wind in your sails.
Shiver me timbers.
Captain Turner!
- Mr. Gibbs. - Cap'n?
- You may throw my hat if you like. - Aye, aye, cap'n.
Hooray!
Now go and get it.
Orders, sir?
You're no longer bound to the Dutchman. You're free.
Aye.
That's a fine thing, but...
...by my reckoning, I still have a debt that has to be paid.
If you'll have me.
On the wheel, then, Mr. Turner.
Aye, Captain Turner.
This ship has a purpose again.
And where we are bound...
...she cannot come.
One day ashore.
Ten years at sea.
That's a steep price for what's been done.
Depends on the one day.
Your chariot awaits, Your Highness.
The oars are inside.
Mrs. Turner.
Goodbye, poppet.
Jack.
It would never have worked out between us.
Keep telling yourself that, darling.
Once was quite enough.
Thank you.
I'm going to need the other one.
It's nearly sunset.
It's always belonged to you.
Will you keep it safe?
Yes.
Will!
Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
Granted it tends to list to port, and has been, on occasion,
known to frighten young women.
But I promise you, you will not be disappointed.
Is that it?
The Black Pearl?
It's not very big.
Love, that is a dinghy.
My vessel is magnificent and fierce and huge-ish and...
...gone. Why is it gone?
Is that it there?
Yes, there it is.
Why is it there?
It's much larger up close.
Jack, you promised to take us for a ride.
- I was to be given the first ride. - What? You?
- Not what he said. - I never!
Mr. Gibbs? Any particular reason why my ship is gone?
The ship? We're on the ship.
Jack! The ship's gone!
Really?
Ladies! Will you please shut it?
Listen to me. Yes, I lied to you.
No, I don't love you.
Of course it makes you look fat. I've never been to Brussels.
It is pronounced "egregious. "
By the way, no, I've never actually met Pizarro, but I love his pies.
And all of this pales to utter insignificance
in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone. Sawy?
- Take what you can. - Give nothing back.
Tell me, ladies, what do you know of sea turtles?
Sea turtles?
Let me tell you the amazing story of Cap...
All men up the ratlines.
All men up the ratlines!
Oh, you want a taste of this?
Oh, that's a good boy! You're Daddy's boy.
Oh, yes, you are. Oh, yes, you are.
Sir?
Some of the men don't feel entirely settled
- about leaving Captain Jack behind. - Again.
- Is that so?
It would make us feel a whole lot better regarding our fortunes
if we could see that item you told us about.
- On the charts. - Aye.
With our own eyes.
To help put an ease to our burden of guilt, so to speak.
Ah.
Feast your eyes upon this, mateys.
There's more than one way to live forever.
Gents, I give you the Fountain of Youth.
Sparrow.
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