Admiral's dead?
Admiral's dead! - Admiral's dead!
To the captain's cabin!
James Norrington, do you fear death?
I take that as a no.
Nice sword.
The Dutchman
is under my command.
For now.
Look alive and keep a weather eye.
Not for naught it's called Shipwreck Island
where lie Shipwreck Cove and the town of Shipwreck.
You heard him! Step lively!
You know, for all that "pirates are clever" *, we are an unimaginative lot
when it comes to name things.
I once sailed with a geezer, lost both of his arms, part of his eye.
What'd you call him?
Larry.
I do not renegue on a bargain once struck.
But we agreed on ends only. The means are mine to decide.
Caution, Barbosa.
Do not forget it was by my power you returned from the dead.
Or what it means if you fail me.
Don't you forget why you had to bring me back.
Why not leave Jack to his well-deserved fate.
It took nine Pirate Lords to bind you, Calypso.
And it'll take no less than nine to set you free.
Masters Pintel and Ragetti.
Take this fishwife to the brink.
Rot this way, Mrs Fish.
I cannot be summoned like some mongrel pup!
Apparently you can.
I believe you know each other.
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 are familiar with a person called Calypso?
Not a person.
A heathen god.
One who delights in cursing men with their wildest dreams
and them 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've--
showed them how to bind her.
She could not be trusted.
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 ain'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 is 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 now?
What is it you want most?
There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.
Neither has there more money.
As he who initialed summons,
I convene this, the Fourth Brethren Court.
To confirm me your lordship and right to be heard,
present now
your pieces of eight, my fellow Captains.
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 *** skinned broke.
So change the name!
What, the "nine pieces of whatever we happened to have in our pockets at that time"?
Oh yes, that sounds very piratey.
Master Ragetti, if you will?
I'll kept it safe for you, just like you said when you gave it to me.
I 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?
Just giving the bloody title away!
- ¡Que lo manden al diablo! - ¡Eso no se vale!
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.
The matter is 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 and cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue!
Trim that scraggly beard.
Sao Feng would have agreed with Barbosa. - Aye.
Calypso was our enemy then.
She will be our enemy now.
And 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 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?
Is 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 yourself.
And you did hide away what should always have been mine.
I will be free.
And when I am, I would give you my heart
and we would be together always
if one day 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 have you feared,
Davy Jones?
My heart will always belong to you.
There was a 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 twaddlespeak, says I.
If you have a better alternative,
please, share.
Cuttlefish.
Aye.
Let us not,
dear friends,
forget our dear friends, the cuttlefish,
(slippaconorious little sausages)
-- pen them up together, and they will devour each other without a second thought.
Human nature, innit? or--
or fish nature.
So, yes, we could hole up here well-provisioned and well-armed,
and half of us would be dead within the month.
Which seems quite grim to me, any way you slice it.
Or,
as my learned colleague
so naïvely suggests,
we can release Calypso.
And we can pray that she will be merciful.
I rather doubt it.
Can we in fact pretend that she is 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'll agree with --and I cannot believe the words that are coming out of me mouth--
Captain Swann.
We must fight.
You've always run away from a fight.
Have not.
You have so!
Have not! - You 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,
and 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 Captain Teague,
Keeper of the Code.
Sri Sumbhajee proclaim this all to be folly!
Hang the Code! Who cares if...
The Code is the law.
You're in my way, boy.
The Code. - The Code.
As set forth by Morgan and Bartholomew.
How did--?
Sea turtles, mate.
Let me see.
... that... nay...
Ahh. Barbosa is right.
Hang on a minute.
"It shall be the Duty of the King to declare war,
Parlay will ***
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 Corsar!
Capitaine Chevalle, the Penniless Frenchman!
Sri Sumbhajee votes for Sri Sumbhajee.
Mistress Ching!
Gentleman Jocard.
Elizabeth Swann.
Barbosa.
Villanueva!
Elizabeth Swann.
What? - Now, curious, isn't it?
Am I to understand that you'd rather not be keeping to the Code then?
I will.
I salute Captain Swann,
King of the Brethren Court!
Prepare every vessel that floats.
At dawn,
we're at war.
What?
You've seen it all, done it all.
You survived.
That's the trick, innit? To survive?
It's not just about living forever, Jacky.
The trick is living with yourself forever.
Where's Momma?
She looks great.
The enemy is here!
Let's take arms!
You've been the cur that let 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 have been aboard the Dutchman.
I understand the burden you bear. But I feel 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 award.
Your debt to me is still to be satisfied.
One hundred years on 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 Names.
Laggard!
If you 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.
King?
Of the Brethren Court,
per say of Jack.
Maybe he really does know what he's like.
Bravo!
You've successfully arrived aboard the Flying Dutchman
as per the overall scheme.
Look-- - Oh yes. ***, mate.
Except for this little *** in the brig, it's out of 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,
you should stab the heart.
It does seem to put immortality a bit out of reach.
Peanut!
We'll *** the Black Pearl as our flagship to lead the attack.
Will we now?
Barbosa, you can't release her!
We need to give Jack a chance.
Apologies, your Majesty!
Too long my fate has not been in my own hands.
No longer.
The enemy
has opted for oblivion.
Ready the fleet.
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?
They said it must be spoken as if to a lover.
"Calypso, I release you from your human bonds."
Is that it?
No, not yet. He didn't say it right.
You-- you have to say it right.
Calypso--
I release you from your human bonds.
Calypso!
When the Brethren Court first 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 my vow.
I now ask your favor.
Spare meself, me ship, me crew,
but unleash your fury upon those who dare pretend themselves your masters
or mine.
Why, she's no help at all.
What now?
Nothing.
The 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.
It's only a fool's chance.
Revenge won't bring your father back, Miss Swann.
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 bilgerats aboard a derelict ship *?
No, they will see free men
and freedom!
And what the enemy will hear 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!
The wind's on our side, boys!
That's all we need!
We have a favourable wind, sir.
All right, 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!
***
Keep that powder dry!
Maelstrom!
Captain Barbosa!
We need you at the helm!
Aye, that be true.
Raise up yards, ye cockard of dick apes!
Dyin' is the day worth livin' for!
Rear up!
Sea'll never calm **.
Full power and into the abyss!
What are you, mad?
You afraid to get wet?
She's on our stern and gaining.
More steam!
Or you'll end in a hose of water.
Bow cannons!
Take us out,
or they'll overbear us!
No.
Further in!
We'll cut across to faster waters.
Prepare to broadside!
Capstan the guns!
* - * your courage, man.
At the ***!
Sittin' on the rope. Sittin' on the rope. Sittin' on the rope.
Off their winges.
Leverage.
Wish us luck, boys. We'll need it.
I miss him already. - He's quite charming, isn't he?
Nobody move!
Dropped me brain.
*** down the hatches!
*** your guns!
***down ***! ** the mast!
Men, *****!
Hold it!
Wait 'til we're board on board!
Fire!
Fire! Fire all!
Fire!
It be too late to *alter the course now, mateys.
Hold it, or we'll shoot!
Good one.
I just come to get me effects.
Admiral though you may be, why are you here when you could be elsewhere?
Someone has to stay and guard the chest.
There's no question.
There has been a breakdown of military discipline aboard 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?
It's contributory, that's all I'm suggesting.
It is 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.
Go now, men!
*
Prepare to board!
Come on!
Looky here, boy!
A lost bird.
A lost bird that never learnt to fly.
To my great regret.
But--
never too late to learn, aye?
The chest!
Hand it over!
I can set you free, mate.
My freedom was coffined 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?
Barbosa!
Marry us!
I'm a little busy at the moment.
Barbosa!
Now!
Fine, mate.
Dearly beloved, we be gathered here today,
today *** ye foxy cur
Elizabeth Swann,
do you take me to be your husband?
I do!
Great!
Will Turner, do you take me-- - Yep, I will.
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.
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.
Boy!
My pistol.
Fire!
Thank you, Jack.
It's me!
It's Will!
Your son.
Go!
Pirate donna!
You'll see no mercy from me.
That's why I got this!
I'm not going to kill you.
I made you a promise.
Master--
did you forget
I'm a heartless creature?
Love--
a dreadful
bond.
And yet so easily severed.
Tell me, William Turner,
do you fear death?
Do you?
Ain't it **, holding love and death in the palm of one's hand?
You're a cruel mind, Jack Sparrow.
Cruel is a matter of aspect here.
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 judgement.
Calypso.
She's taking us down!
*** lack of resolve
No!
Part of the crew.
Part of the ship. Part of the crew.
Part of the ship...
Don't leave me!
No!
I won't leave you!
Part of the ship. Part of the crew.
The Dutchman must have a captain.
Hold on!
Thank goodness, Jack.
The armada is still out there.
The Endeavour is coming up hard at starboard.
And I think it's time that we embrace that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions.
Never actually been one for tradition.
***
Loft the sails and lay her on iron.
Belay that! I won't be a sitting duck.
Belay that "belay that".
But Captain-- - Belay!
The Endeavour-- - Belay! Belay!
If we could... - Shut it!
What are they waiting for?
He expects us to honor our agreement.
It's nothing personal, Jack.
It's just good business.
Ah, she survived.
Ready on the guns!
Full canvas!
Aye, full canvas!
Orders, sir?
Sir?
Captain?
Fire!
Orders?
Orders, sir?
Sir, what do you command?
It's just--
good business.
Abandon ship!
Mr Gibbs. - Captain?
You may throw my hat if you like.
Aye, aye, Captain! 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 payed.
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.
Jack.
That would never have worked out between us.
Keep telling yourself that, darling.
Once is quite enough.
Thank you.
I'm gonna need the other one.
It's always belonged to you.
Will you keep it safe?
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.
Above, 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?
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 "e-gree-gious".
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.
Savvy?
Take what you can.
Give nothing back.
Tell me, ladies.
What do you know of sea turtles? - Sea turtles?
All men up ***!
What is this?
That's a good boy. You're Daddy's boy. Oh yes you are.
Some of the men don't feel entirely certain about leaving Captain Jack behind.
Again. - 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.
And the charts.
Aye. - With our own eyes.
It'd 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.
****
Drink up, me hearteys, yo ho!