Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way.
We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves.
Set topsails and clear up this mess.
With the wind, we won't catch them.
I don't need to. Get them in range of the long nines.
Hands, come about!
Run out the guns!
We are to fire on our own ship, sir?
I'd rather see her at the bottom of the ocean
than in the hands of a pirate.
Commodore, he's disabled the rudder chain, sir.
Abandon ship!
That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen.
So it would seem.
WILL: 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.
It was only after you learnt my name you agreed to help.
Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter.
I'm not a simpleton, Jack.
You knew my father.
I knew him.
Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner.
Everyone else called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill.
Bootstrap?
Good man. Good pirate.
I swear, you look just like him.
It's not true.
He was a merchant sailor.
A respectable man who obeyed the law.
He was a bloody pirate. A scallywag.
My father was not a pirate.
Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again.
You ignored the rules of engagement.
In a fair fight, I'd kill you.
Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair.
Now, as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention.
The only rules that really matter are these.
What a man can do and what a man can't do.
For instance,
you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man
or you can't.
Pirate is in your blood,
so you'll have to square with that someday.
Now, me, for example.
I can let you drown.
But I can't bring this ship into Tortuga
all by me onesy, savvy?
So.
Can you sail under the command of a pirate?
Or can you not?
Tortuga?
Tortuga.
More importantly, it is indeed a sad life
that has never breathed deep this sweet bouquet
that is Tortuga, savvy?
What do you think?
Lt'll linger.
I'll tell you, mate,
if every town in the world were like this one,
no man would ever feel unwanted.
Scarlett!
Not sure I deserved that.
Giselle!
Who was she?
What?
I may have deserved that.
Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot!
Mother's love!
Jack!
You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping.
It's bad luck.
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 while listening to a proposition
from the man who did the waking.
Aye, that'll about do it.
Blast! I'm already awake!
That was for the smell.
Keep a sharp eye.
Now, what's the nature of this venture of yourn?
I'm going after the Black Pearl.
I know where it's going to be, and I'm gonna take it.
Jack, it's a fool's errand.
You know better than me the tales of the Black Pearl.
That's why I know what Barbossa is up to.
All I need is a crew.
From what I hear of Barbossa,
he's not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one.
I'd say it's a good thing I'm not a fool.
Prove me wrong.
What makes you think Barbossa will give up his ship to you?
Let's just say it's a matter of leverage.
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 crazy as you.
One can only hope.
Take what you can.
Give nothing back.
You'll be dining with the captain.
And he requests you wear this.
You 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 dining with the crew.
And you'll be naked.
Fine.
There's no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress.
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.
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 single piece from that stone chest
shall be punished for eternity.
I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain.
Aye.
That's exactly what I thought when we were told the tale.
Buried on an island of dead what cannot be found,
except for those who know where it is.
Find it, we did.
There be the chest.
Inside be the gold.
And we took them all.
We spent them and traded them
and 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, but now we are consumed by it.
[Screeches]
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 ye, we have the final piece.
And the blood to be repaid?
That's why there's no sense to be killin' you yet.
Apple?
Arr!
No!
I'm curious.
After killing me, what is it you're planning on doing next?
Aah!
Aaaah!
[Screeches]
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 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!
[Laughs]
[Laughter]
What are you looking at? Back to work!
You heard the captain. Back to work.
GIBBS: 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 to follow orders
and stay true in the face of danger and death?
Mr. Cotton! Answer, man!
He's a mute. Poor devil had his tongue cut out.
He trained the parrot to talk for him.
No one's yet figured how.
Mr. Cotton's parrot.
Same question.
[Squawks] Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!
Mostly we figure that means "yes."
Of course it does.
Satisfied?
Well, you've proved they're mad.
WOMAN: And what's the benefit for us?
Anamaria.
I suppose you didn't deserve that.
No, that one I deserved.
You stole my boat!
Actually...
Borrowed. Borrowed without permission.
But with every intention of bringing it back.
But you didn't!
You'll get another one.
I will.
A better one.
A better one!
That one.
What one?
That one?
Aye, that one.
- What say you? - Aye!
TOGETHER: Aye!
PARROT: Anchors aweigh!
No, no, it's frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir.
It'll 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?
We're catching up.
Time to go, poppet.
RAGETTI: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
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's known about Jack fore he showed up in Tortuga
with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta.
That was before I'd met him.
Back when he was Captain of the Black Pearl.
What?
He failed to mention that.
He plays things closer to the vest now.
And a hard-learned lesson it was.
Three days out, the first mate comes to him
and says everything's an equal share.
That should mean the location of the treasure.
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.
So that's the reason for all the...
Reason's got nothing to do with it.
Now, Will, when a pirate's marooned,
he's a given a pistol with a single shot. One shot.
Well, that won't do much good hunting or to be rescued.
But after three weeks of a starving belly and thirst,
that pistol will start to look real friendly.
But Jack escaped the island, and he still has that single shot.
Oh, he won't use it, though, save on one man.
His mutinous first mate.
- Barbossa. - Aye.
How did Jack get off the island?
Well, I'll tell ye.
He waded out into the shallows.
He waited there three days and three nights
till all manner of sea creatures
'came acclimated to his presence.
And on the fourth morning,
he roped a couple of sea turtles,
lashed 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 the anchor!
TOGETHER: Aye, Captain, aye!
Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore.
Captain, what if the worst should happen?
Keep to the Code.
Aye, the Code.
Move.
10 years of hoarding swag.
And now we finally get to spend it.
Once we're quit of the curse, we'll be rich men.
You can buy an eye what 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 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.
CAPT. BARBOSSA: 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!
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?
TOGETHER: Us!
And whose blood must yet be paid?
TOGETHER: Hers!
You know the first thing I'm gonna do
after the curse is lifted?
Eat a whole bushel of apples.
[Chanting]
Begun by blood.
By blood undone.
Sorry, Jack. I'm not gonna be your leverage.
That's it?
Waste not.
[Chanting stops]
Did it work?
- I don't feel no different. - How do we tell?
You're not dead.
No.
He shot me!
RAGETTI: 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.
RAGETTI: 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!
TOGETHER: 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.
MEN: 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?
MEN: 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.
[Gasps]
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.
[Screeches]
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!
[Monkey screeches]
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.
[Screaming]
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.