We got one!
I'm in love!
Check the wounded!
See if you can find one mermaid still alive!
Come, give a hand!
Well done, sailor.
Did everyone see that?
Because I will not be doing it again.
Back to the ship. We head for a protected cove. Now.
- Lord. Is that? - Mermaid.
- Give up this madness now. - I cannot.
Ever walk on the beach,
look back and see your footsteps in the sand?
It's like that, except the footsteps lie before me.
- Footstep, actually. - Whitecap Bay, sir.
We must hasten.
We travel by foot. Gibbs, I require a heading.
- But, sir, the men. - They be dead already.
- They don't sound dead. - Oh, is that so?
Well, I hear nothing but seagulls nesting.
What is it that you hear, Mr. Groves?
Seagulls... nesting.
- Nothing more. - Heading, Gibbs?
My God.
Your head or my heading.
I'll have me one or t'other, I don't care which.
All hands, forward!
- It's to you now, Sparrow. - Was that really necessary?
Best you not know the exact whereabouts of my ship.
- I be a cautious man. - So be I.
What I want first...
...is Ponce De León's ship.
Why is it we've got to bring her along?
Because tears don't keep. We need them fresh.
What is the ritual again?
Water from the Fountain and a mermaid's tear?
And two silver chalices.
One cup with a tear, one without.
So, one with a tear and water in both?
Quite complicated, is it not?
Both get water. One gets a tear.
The person who drinks the water with the tear
gets all the years of life from the other.
How many years?
All the years that they have lived,
and they could have lived, if fate had been kinder.
Clergyman.
On the off chance that this does not go well for me,
I would like it noted here and now
that I am fully prepared to believe in whatever I must,
so that I may be welcomed into that place
where all the goody-goodies get to go. Savvy?
We have a word for that, Jack. You can convert.
I was thinking more of an as-needed basis.
Quartermaster!
- Aye? - She cannot breathe!
- She has water. - She needs air!
- Open this. - She will escape.
- You're killing her. - I support the missionary's position.
See?
Onward.
Just as I thought. Not this way!
This is the way, isn't it?
'Course it is, but we should go around to the east.
That would take us out of the path of the chalices.
- Well, then we'll circle back. - There is no time.
You're the one who insisted on bringing the bloody mermaid.
- Well, the mutiny didn't help. - You walk like a girl.
- You would know. - Someone must go.
You mean split up?
You mean jump? This I cannot wait to see.
Sparrow will go. Find the ship, retrieve the chalices.
Sparrow? What makes you think he will come back?
Yes, what makes you think he will come back?
We cannot trust him, Father. I'll go.
She'll go.
How much farther to the Fountain?
I'm running out of time.
About a day's march north, following that river,
you'll get to a series of pools. Then you're close.
You will go.
I was sure it would come to this.
You know that feeling you get sometimes when you're standing in a high place?
Sudden urge to jump?
I don't have it.
I need those chalices.
Shoot. Save me the bother of the fall.
You will go. You will return...
...or I will kill her.
You won't kill your own daughter.
Quartermaster, get me six more pistols,
remove the shot from all but two,
but do not tell me which two.
You get to choose, Mr. Sparrow.
No.
- Yes. - You're sure?
'Course I am.
Again.
Please, they're not even loaded.
Again.
If you're so keen on killing her,
- why don't you just let her jump? - What?
If you jump and die,
then she will have her chance.
Again.
Oi...
...if I jump, will I survive?
The doll.
- Yes, now you will survive. - This is nonsense! I'm going!
Wet. Wet again.
We go on. Due north to the Fountain.
Well played, Father.
You knew which guns were loaded, right?
Of course, my love.
Be nice to have a map about now.
Or a ship.
Stop! Hold very still.
Ye dare not let it touch your skin.
What? What be wrong with an older man having a hobby?
What are you stopping for, eh? Push on!
- Push on! - You can sleep when you're dead.
Push on!
Fortune continues to favor us.
The Santiago.
Famously captained by Ponce de León.
There's no one there.
Right, then.
We must not stop.
You will walk.
I cannot.
Walk or die.
Put your arms around me.
- I do not ask for help. - But you need it.
- We're in a hurry, yes? - Do not fall behind.
Hold here 'til I say!
Such beauty.
Surely you're one of God's own creations,
and not a descendant of those dark creatures
who found no refuge on the Ark.
Such beauty...
...and yet deadly.
- Deadly? No. - You attacked me.
No. You are different.
Different?
Are you not? You protect.
Did you?
You pushed me down out of the way.
- You see the Fountain? - No, but we are close.
Bring the creature. Cover its head.
She has a name!
Pray tell.
She is Syrena.
Ponce de León.
If 40 pirates dreamt 40 nights of treasure,
it would not match the contents of this room.
You.
- You. - No...
...you. - I was here first.
- You, why are you here? - Blackbeard sent me.
- Why are you? - Silver chalices
- for my royal liege. - Oh, please.
Back, back! We have to balance it out!
The whole ship will slide!
Right, then.
What if we each choose an item of approximately equal weight?
Put it back!
We touch nothing!
What about that?
The chalices.
Oi! Why do you get to look first?
Fine, then.
- Together. - Together.
Rocks.
The Spanish.
They're ahead of us, mate.
I shall have a look at that map. If it's what I fear...
I wonder why they left this behind.
Don't touch the map.
They know the path,
but I can also see where they'll most likely make camp.
Jack!
Gibbs, I was just on me way to break you out of jail.
You stole my map.
Right. Best be started.
Olé.
Mermaids.
Careful, these pools run deep.
If she escapes, all is lost. Quartermaster.
Look. Look!
Staked out to die, to dry in the sun.
Only half in the water. Not enough to live,
but just enough to make the dying slow.
Think on it.
Your people, murdered, harvested for their tears.
Syrena, won't you cry?
All die, even you.
- Soon, I hear. - Listen...
Listen.
Can you not hear your sisters scream?
Do you not hear them?
We need but one tear.
Vile creature!
- Chop off her fingers, one by one! - Choke her!
Cut out the tears from behind the eyes!
Where's your voice in this?
Maybe she'll have a change of heart when the sun rises.
Oh, aye, she will burn, but I cannot wait for the sun.
Perhaps we should build a fire.
- No. - Do not contest me, cleric.
- You will not torture her. - We need only one tear.
I will tear every scale from her body one by one if I see fit.
If that displeases you, go pray.
I was wrong. Not every soul can be saved. Yours cannot.
Behold, gentlemen, a man formerly of faith.
That vile creature, as you call her, is worth a hundred of you.
Oh, you care for her?
You fancy her.
And do not deny what is clear to my eyes.
Question is...
...does she fancy you?
By God, she does. We are in luck!
Bring forth a tear...
...or witness the death of this poor soul.
Syrena, if you could manage a tear,
I would be grateful.
Sadness, yes,
- but no sorrow... yet. - Not by your hand, Father!
Time and tide wait for none. Quartermaster.
Aye, mermaids are tough.
The lot of them.
Tie her up like the others. And get rid of this.
- You are confident? - Yes.
I am a woman. So is she.
What's your play, Jack? Throwing in with Barbossa.
There is a girl...
...a female... of the opposite sex.
- When is there not? - Perhaps I should say "damsel."
You're rescuing a damsel? Well, there's a first.
Yes, but it's just that I may have caused said damsel
- some manner of harm many moons ago. - Out with it.
Gibbs, this is the woman from Seville.
Ah, you pretended to love her, then you left her and broke her heart.
Worse. I may have had, briefly, mind you...
...stirrings. - Stirrings?
- Stirrings. - What? Like feelings, you mean?
No, no, no. Not quite all the way to feelings. More like...
All right, feelings, damn you.
And you left her still. That's low.
Thank you.
Stealth over force.
I'll take it from here on account of your condition.
You don't have termites, do you?
I appreciate your concern, Jack,
but I'll be keeping you company all the same.
Hold here, Lieutenant Commander. Wait for my signal.
There. That one. That be the leader.
Make note of his tent because that's where...
No, wait. By God, that must be them right there.
Your sword smells funny.
Aye. Poison from the innards of poisonous toads.
Just a scratch, you're a dead man in minutes.
Would you mind pointing it the other way?
I don't like toads.
- What are you doing? - Planning an escape route.
- Isn't that how you do it? - Yes.
Or sometimes I just... improvise.
Now what?
We stroll out, slow and steady.
Just like we belong.
- I'm sorry, Syrena. - Philip, you're alive.
- Yes. - You came for me.
Why?
You're different, are you not?
Do you know not of kindness? Compassion?
Tears of sorrow, never.
Mermaids be too tough for that.
But tears of joy...
They say these be the more potent anyway.
Syrena, on my word, I had no part in this.
Let her go. You don't need her now.
Let her go? No.
Secure her bonds. We leave her with her own.
How's that escape route working?
Here's your chance to improvise.
I'm attempting it.
I might be able to get a hand loose.
Oh, you got a knife. That's very good.
Better.
I want one of those.
Here's to revenge. Sweet and clear.
- Revenge? - Come, come, Hector.
If you wanted the chalices,
you'd seen they were missing and gone.
You were lying in wait, for Blackbeard.
King George. Privateer. Wig.
Cheap theatrical facade.
- I'm not buying it. - You weren't there that night.
- When the Pearl was lost? - Taken, not lost.
We were off the coast of Hispaniola when we came under attack.
No provocation nor warning nor offer of parley.
We were peppered with cannon fire.
And then the sea beneath the Pearl began to roil.
The Pearl was pitching and yawing violently.
Every plank, every rail,
every spar, all at once, began to creak.
The rigging had come to life.
Our own ship turned against us...
...tangling the crew, wrapping around 'em like snakes.
And wrapping around me leg.
But me arms were free and me sword was to hand.
I am the master of me ship, not Blackbeard.
I am the master of my fate, not Blackbeard.
So I did what needed done.
I survived.
So... you're not after the Fountain.
I care not for King George or tavern yarns
that give hope for a healed limb.
But I'd give my left arm for a chance at Blackbeard.
- Not your right? - I need me good arm
to drive my poisoned blade through his heart.
I'll see you get the chance, mate.
The prisoner's escaping.
He's escaping! Fan out! Find him!
Go! Go!
Hold your fire! I want him alive!
I figured that was the signal.
- Go! Prepare to move out! - The enemy is soon upon us.
I'm sorry about the chalices, Jack, but I've an appointment to keep.
- I'll not be going back. - No need.
- Shall we have a drink? - We'll drink at the Fountain.
How is it we can never meet without you pointing something at me?
You brought the chalices, Sparrow?
Aye. Oi!
- I see you brought a friend. - I did.
And the one-legged man, he is near. Aye?
Aye.
Now...
Before I go just handing them over, I do have one or two conditions.
- Name them. - Firstly,
I'll be having me compass back. No, no, that's secondly.
Firstly, upon your word,
you will bring no harm to Angelica.
I'll make no vows to the likes of you, Sparrow.
But it costs me nothing to admit
that she was never in harm's way.
Secondly then, priorly firstly,
I will be having me compass back.
Please? I do deserve it.
Do you have any idea how difficult it was to catch that filthy pig?
Not the big one, the four-legged one.
Thank you. And thirdly, Mr. Beard,
there are times, not very often,
when I do reflect upon my heinous misdeeds.
Chief among them, I note how poorly I have treated Mr. Gibbs,
- my loyal first mate. - Aye! Now you bring it up...
Left him to rot in jail, I did. Didn't care.
Still don't. But, point being, you must let him go free.
- Is that it? - I think so.
Quick, or the pig runs, and good luck getting those chalices.
Jack, if it's all the same to you, I'd be just as...
Done.
Release the swine.
Perhaps, if you don't mind, I could tag along with you folk for a...
This will lead you to freedom, mate.
I could have swore it was somewhere right around here.
We must not stop.
Dead end.
Dead. End.
Dead end.
Jack, I'm starting to think you don't know where you're going.
It is not the destination so much as the journey, they say.
Chalices, if you please.
Stand back.
Jack...
...have you ever, in fact...
...seen with your own eyes... the Fountain of Youth?
I'm sorry, could you repeat the question, please?
Quartermaster.
No, no!
Wait, wait! Wait.
"Aqua... de Vida."
Master Scrum...
...do you mind? - Squire?
So beautiful.
Sparrow, I'll be the first to taste those waters.
Father.
The one-legged man.
- You brought him here. - Would I do that?
Edward Teach!
For crimes committed on the high seas,
by the authority granted me by His Majesty the King...
...and with a goodly amount of personal satisfaction...
...I hereby place you in the custody of the court,
and declare you to be my prisoner.
My trick's out, is that it?
Such crimes do include, but are not limited to, piracy, treason,
murder, torture of the most heinous sort,
including the brutal theft of one used, twisted, hairy right leg.
You... dare face this sword?
This far away from your ship? Aye.
Aye. That be the cold breath of fate I feel down my nape.
But I'll have one last fight, by God.
Kill 'em all!
Hang on a minute.
I just... I just need to understand something.
Right, so, you will fight against them,
they will fight against you.
All on account of him wanting to kill him?
Where is the sense? Exactly.
I say, let them fight each other while we lay back,
watch, have a drink, place some wagers!
Aye.
- Kill 'em! - No quarter!
Get off me!
Scrum, the chalices!
And the tear! Follow!
Fight!
Hand it over. The tear. There's a good lad.
I'm more afraid of her than I am of you.
Hand it over. There's a good lad.
- The chalices, if you please. - Sorry, Jack.
I told you, I need years. And now, yours will do.
Scrum!
Syrena...
Oh God, you will not take her.
If you have taken her, you will give her back.
Give her back...
Give her back, please. Please.
I expected fate to put up more of a fight, eh?
I will not have that smile on your face as I strike you down.
Take a gander, Edward Teach.
This land is hereby forever claimed in the glorious name
of His Majesty King George...
Someone make a note of that man's bravery.
Señorita, the chalices, por favor.
Only God can grant eternal life, not this pagan water.
Men, destroy this profane temple!
The Fountain!
You are a fool.
You seek in this place what only faith can provide.
Faith? In faith, there is light enough to see
but darkness enough to blind.
What devilry is this?
- For the Pearl. - What have you done?
Angelica! Don't! It's poison!
I'm not such the fool to take on Blackbeard
without a little venomous advantage.
Jack!
I claim Blackbeard's ship and crew,
and this sword, payment for my missing limb!
Hang on! Pull!
Do not waste my tear.
Drink this. This one has the tear.
- You must drink the other. - No!
I cannot save you both. One of you must sacrifice.
You take it, Father, for your soul.
Captain Teach, she's dying. You must save your daughter.
This one takes life?
This one has the tear and gives life?
Aye, hurry!
Angelica... Save me, my child.
No.
I love you, Father.
Wait a minute.
In fact, it might have been the other way around.
This cup had the tear, that one had the other bit.
Trickster!
- Devil! - Father!
You bastard! How could you?
Your father saved you.
Perhaps his soul is now redeemed, eh?
You are hurt.
In body only.
My mind is at peace... because of you.
- Me? - Yes.
I was lost.
The wind, the tides...
...they ought to renew a man's faith.
But for me, only you.
Philip, I can save you.
You need only ask.
- I seek but one thing. - What is that?
Forgiveness.
If not for me, you would never have been captured.
Ask.
Forgive me?
I hate you.
The bloke who saved your life?
The years I possess, stolen from my own father!
I only helped Blackbeard do what any father should have done.
You are cruel and ignorant.
One pistol, one shot.
To kill myself before I starve?
There's no trusting you, love.
Besides, this is a well-traveled trade route.
You can signal a passing ship.
Or you can just bite the proverbial bullet, as it were.
And how will I get free of these bonds?
You broke free of your bonds half an hour ago,
waiting for the precise moment to pounce.
Admit it, Jack.
- You still love me. - If you had a sister and a dog,
I'd choose the dog.
Treasure! There is a chest with jewels!
Jewels with the power to rule the wind and tide!
- You're making that up! - Wait...
I am with child. Yours.
I don't recall that we ever had...
- You were drunk! - I've actually never been that drunk.
Wait!
There is something I want to say to you.
Something I wanted to say from the moment we first met.
Go on, then.
I love you.
As do I.
Always have. Always will.
I gotta go.
Jack!
This is not over!
Jack!
Missed!
The Revenge is mine.
Sir...
We found this below decks.
All hands! Ply to windward!
Get cracking, ye blooming cockroaches!
The Crown served me well.
But now, by the gods of sea and sky...
...make way for Tortuga!
Gibbs, you filthy, besotted shellback, you made it!
Aye!
And I trust we managed a profit
- from our joint enterprise? - Feast your eyes.
The compass led me straight and true.
What of Blackbeard's men guarding the ship?
I employed the selfsame maneuver we perfected in New Guinea.
Seemed a shame to leave an entire fleet behind.
Shame indeed.
I hate that monkey.
So, the Pearl... Any idea how to get her out?
We shall need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats.
One of us must learn to play the trumpet whilst the other one goes like this...
- I know a man with a goat. - Good. I can go like this.
Jack, I have to ask...
You had the chalices, the water, the tear...
You could have lived maybe forever.
The Fountain does test you, Gibbs.
But better to not know which moment may be your last.
Every morsel of your entire being
alive to the infinite mystery of it all.
And who's to say I won't live forever, eh?
Discoverer of the Fountain of Youth.
I have no say in it, Gibbs.
It's a pirate's life for me.
Savvy?