Who are you?
What is this?
Your Majesty, caught him up in a fishing net. A fishing net.
Sire, he's been telling stories. Stories that...
We believe he's found a...
Ponce de León.
Says he found Ponce de León's ship.
- Or sailed on it. - No, I told you,
Ponce de León died 200 years ago.
Aye, but he died searching for something, didn't he?
The Fountain of Youth.
How soon can you sail?
With the tide.
Over here! Lucky heather!
Pirate swords! Pirate swords!
Pirate's execution today. Watch him swing!
Pirate puppets!
Take that, you!
Hurry, Papa, or we'll miss the hanging!
It's not a hanging, dear, it's a trial. The hanging comes this afternoon.
Pirate hanging today!
Come on. Up you get.
Move along, pirate.
Or should I say, "Captain Pirate"?
Come on. Come on! Up you go.
Quiet! Order!
Quiet!
Now appearing before the court,
the notorious and infamous pirate, pillager,
- and highwayman... - Quiet!
...Captain Jack Sparrow!
I told you, the name's Gibbs! Joshamee Gibbs!
- How many times... - Hear ye, hear ye!
Presiding over these trials,
all rise and attend, the Right Honorable Justice Smith!
My dear sir.
Quiet!
Now...
...what do we have here?
Jack?
Shut up!
I don't recognize him.
Not necessary. You were saying?
Jack Sparrow is not my name.
My name is Joshamee Gibbs.
Is that so?
- It says Jack Sparrow here. - I told 'em.
I'm not Jack Sparrow, who I would be happy to identify to the court
- if it would help my case. - I think that would be a poor defense,
unless you want to be bludgeoned again like a harp seal.
The prisoner claims of being innocent
to being Jack Sparrow. How do you find?
No trial? But aren't we here to examine the evidence...
Foreman, your finding. Guilty?
Guilty verdict means he'll hang.
Hang him! String him up!
- Guilty? - That's not fair!
Shut it.
Joshamee Gibbs, the crime of which you've been found guilty of
is being innocent of being Jack Sparrow.
I hereby commute your sentence,
and order that you be imprisoned for the remainder
of your miserable, moribund, mutton-chopped life.
- What?! - Hang him!
- There.
- Balderdash! - String him up! Hang him high!
Means shall be arranged to transport this prisoner
to the Tower of London.
Thanks very much.
Ta.
Come on. Get up there.
Get up!
Hell's teeth. Now we're both headed for prison.
Not to worry. I've paid off the driver.
Ten minutes, we'll be outside London Town, horses waiting.
Tonight, we make the coast.
Then it's just a matter of finding a ship.
- All part of the plan, yes? - Exactly.
I arrived in London Town just this morning
to rescue one Joshamee Gibbs from one appointment with the gallows.
Seeing as how you're still alive,
I'd say it's all been very successful thus far.
What happened to you, Gibbs?
I thought you were employed elsewhere or otherwise engaged.
Aye. But I always listened like a thief for news of the Black Pearl.
Nobody's seen where she might next make port.
Then, I hear a rumor:
Jack Sparrow's in London with a ship and looking for a crew.
- Am not. - But that's what I heard.
Fact is, you're signing up men tonight.
Pub called The Captain's Daughter.
- Am not! - Well, I thought it a bit odd,
but then, you've never been the most predictable of sorts.
Tell me something.
There is another Jack Sparrow out there sullying my good name?
- An impostor. - Indeed.
But... an impostor with a ship.
And in need of a crew.
Which, as fate would have it, so am I.
What about you, Jack?
Last I heard, you were hell-bent to find the Fountain of Youth.
Any luck?
Circumstances arose and forced a compelling insight
regarding discretion and valor.
- Meaning, you gave up. - I did not.
I am just as bent as ever. Hellishly so.
I shall taste those waters, Master Gibbs. Mark my words.
Short trip.
All part of the plan, yes?
No.
You are Jack Sparrow?
There should be a "Captain" in there somewhere.
I've heard of you.
And you know who I am.
Face is familiar. Have I threatened you before?
You are in the presence of George Augustus, Duke of Brunswick-Luneburg,
Archtreasurer and Prince-elector of the Holy Roman Empire,
King of Great Britain and Ireland, and of you.
- Doesn't ring a bell. - I am informed
you have come to London to procure a crew for your ship.
Vicious rumor. Not true.
Then you lied to me when you told me you were Jack Sparrow.
I am Jack Sparrow, but I'm not here to procure a crew.
That is... someone else.
Someone else named Jack Sparrow.
You've brought me the wrong wastrel.
Find the proper one and dispose of this impostor.
No, wait, wait, wait. Hang on a minute.
I'm Jack Sparrow, the one and only.
And I am in London.
To procure a crew.
To undertake a voyage
- to the Fountain... - What?
Will someone please remove these infernal chains?
Come, come.
We know you're in possession of a map.
So confiscate the map, and to the gallows with him!
Have you a map?
- No. - Where is it?
The truth? I lost it.
- Quite recently, in fact. - I have a report.
The Spanish have located the Fountain of Youth.
I will not have some melancholy Spanish monarch,
a Catholic, gain eternal life!
You do know the way to the Fountain?
Of course I do. Look at me.
You could guide an expedition.
With your permission, your heinie,
you will be providing, then, a ship...
...and a crew?
And a captain.
Afternoon, sire.
If I may be so bold, why is that man not in chains?
He must be manacled at once.
At the center of my palace? Hardly.
Hector.
How nice to see a fellow pirate make good of himself.
Pirate? Nay. Privateer.
On a sanctioned mission under the authority and protection of the Crown.
As may be, but first,
what has become of my beloved Pearl?
I lost the Pearl as I lost my leg.
- Lost the Pearl? - Aye.
I defended her mightily enough, but she be sunk nonetheless.
If that ship be sunk properly, you should be sunk with it.
Captain Barbossa, each second we tarry, the Spanish outdistance us.
I have every confidence you will prevail and be rewarded
with the high station you so desire.
- To serve doth suffice, sire. - You, sir, have stooped.
Jack, our sands be all but run.
Where's the harm in joining the winning side?
And you do meet a nicer class of person.
I understand everything.
Except that wig.
He's getting away! Stop him!
- Head him off! - No! Stop that pirate!
Come down!
- He escaped? - Leave it to me, sire.
Guards! Guards!
- Arms at ready! - Aye, sir!
Find him!
Finders keepers!
There!
Is that it?
Halt! Stop that carriage!
Head him off!
Out of the way!
Stop that pirate!
Move out of the way!
Stop that man!
Don't let him get away!
Fire!
He's getting away! After him! Stop him!
After him!
Filthy pirate.
Hello, Jackie.
Hello, Dad.
I heard you're putting together a crew.
If enough people keep saying it, it must be true.
I heard where you're headed. The Fountain.
Have you been there?
Does this face look like it's been to the Fountain of Youth?
- Depends on the light. - Son, the Fountain.
There'll be items required for the profane ritual.
Two chalices.
- On the map there was a chalice. - Two, silver.
From the Ponce de León ship. You'll need both.
- For? - The ritual. Don't be a fool, Jackie.
Find out every detail before you set sail.
Oh, set sail. Love to.
But for that, I may need a ship.
Those folk, over there, they have a ship.
They're signing up sailors right now.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
And one last thing, Jackie.
The Fountain will test you. Mark my words.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
I hear you be recruiting a crew.
Aye. That is,
Jack Sparrow be putting together a modest venture.
You got some nerve, ain't ya?
Turning up here dressed like that?
What are you, some kind of impostor?
Have you any idea who I am, mate?
Oi, muckers!
There's a bloke here what's forgotten his own name!
Lads, I'm sailing with Sparrow.
Who'll buy a sailor a drink?
Who's next?
Bring us some more of those ones.
Yeah, make it four.
You've stolen me, and I'm here to take meself back.
Stop doing that.
Only one person alive knows that move.
Always wanted to do that.
Hello, Angelica.
Hello, Jack. Are you impressed?
I think I almost killed you once or twice there.
I'm touched at this most sincerest form of flattery.
But why?
You were the only pirate I thought I would pass for.
That is not a compliment.
Don't worry, Jack. I forgave you a long time ago.
- For what? For leaving you? - Recall that I left you.
A gentleman allows a lady to maintain her fictions.
Look, Sparrow. As long as my sailors get their money,
they're willing to put up with any number of peculiarities.
There is one peculiarity with which I will not put up with.
I will be impersonated as "Captain." Nothing less.
Well, for that, you need a ship,
and as it turns out, I have one.
I could use a ship.
I hear tell you've been to the Fountain.
There be a lot of hear-telling going on these days.
- The Fountain of Youth. - Dearest Angelica, fret not.
You still have a few usable years left.
Always so charming.
You didn't answer me.
Aye. Regarding the Fountain. Waste of time, really...
Milady, I see unseamanlike fellows of an officious-looking nature.
Wretched pirates! Find 'em! Maggots!
Friends of yours?
I may have unintentionally slighted some king or other.
Open it!
- Yeah, you haven't changed. - Implying the need?
Yes.
Open this door, in the name of His Majesty.
You betrayed me. You seduced me and you used me.
I was innocent of the ways of men.
You demonstrated a lot of technique for someone I supposedly corrupted.
Imminent danger. Here, now, milady!
Open it!
I was ready to take my vows. And you...
What were you doing in a Spanish convent, anyway?
Mistook it for a brothel. Honest mistake.
- There he is! - Over there!
We are at a disadvantage.
Speak for yourself. Unlike some who pretend to be,
but cannot, in fact, hold a candle to,
I am Captain Jack Sparrow.
How can you say I used you?
You know exactly how.
I know, but how can you say it?
- So, what is it? - What is what?
About the Fountain.
What do you know?
You don't happen to be in possession
of two silver chalices, circa Ponce de León?
- No. - Thought not.
- Why? - I hear stories.
Rumors.
You are, of course, aware of the ritual.
Yes, I am.
What is it? What is required?
A mermaid, Jack.
There's been a mistake.
It's a life sentence, not death. Life!
- Barbossa. - Thank you, gentlemen.
I trust you can tie a noose.
That's a hard thing,
forcing a man to twist his own hanging rope.
You must lie in your bed the way you made it.
What's happened to you?
- Where be Jack Sparrow? - He escaped.
I'm on a tight schedule, Gibbs.
The HMS Providence sets sail at first light.
If you do not care to watch it hanging here dead,
with a mouth full of flies...
...speak now.
Take me with you. Any point of the compass...
Take you where, Gibbs? The Fountain? Aye?
Is that where Jack be headed?
Have you anything you can offer me, Gibbs?
Anything at all?
Upon me naked word, you'll not see the dawn.
Hand it over.
- You fool! - I had just enough time
to study those infernal circles.
Every route, every destination. All safe... in here.
Welcome back to His Majesty's navy, Master Gibbs.
Show a leg, sailor!
Aye, sir.
What?
- There's been a horrible mistake. - Keep moving.
- I'm not supposed to be here. - Many a man's woken up at sea,
no idea what, when, wherefore or why.
No memory of the night afore, whence he signed up
and drank away all his bonus money.
No, no, no. You don't understand, mate.
I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. The original. The only.
Scrum, and the pleasure's all mine. Now, keep moving.
Scrum.
Get your elbows in!
Why is there a glass coffin?
Do I look like a man in charge?
- Where am I? - 'Scuse me, Captain Sparrow, sir.
I be right honored to welcome you aboard
our world-renowned vessel of infamy, Queen Anne's Revenge.
Blackbeard.
Work!
- He's a curious one. - He's been zombiefied.
Zombiefied.
Blackbeard's doing. All the officers are the same.
Makes 'em more compliant.
And perpetually ill-tempered.
- Come on. Scrub. - Yeah.
Pull! Pull! Pull!
Five days underway, at least.
Aye. You can tell that by the smell of the sea?
Smell of the crew.
Oi. What did that poor sod do?
And how can I make sure to not?
Him? Churchly fellow.
Always going on about the Lord Almighty.
Bible-thumper on this ship?
A missionary is his story.
What I heard was he got captured in a raid.
Rest of the ship got killed, but not 'im.
First mate wouldn't let it happen
on account of his premier standing with the Lord.
A first mate sticking her neck out for some prisoner.
That you don't see.
"Her"? First mate is a "her"?
Back to work!
Steady as she goes.
You are a ruthless, soulless, cross-grained cur.
- I told you I had a ship. - No, Blackbeard has a ship,
upon which I am now imprisoned.
We can do this, Jack.
The Fountain of Youth, like you always wanted.
Blackbeard. Edward Teach. The pirate all pirates fear.
Resurrector of the dead in his spare time.
- He will listen to me. - He listens to no one.
Maybe to his own daughter?
Daughter as in... beget by?
Long-lost. Recently found.
Who loves her dear papa with all her soul.
- He bought that? - I sold that.
Then it's the Fountain of Youth for him,
or him and you, not you and me.
No, Jack, that's the best part.
He will be dead.
You'll be handling that part yourself, then?
There is a prophecy.
Maybe you don't believe in the supernatural.
Oh, no, no. I've seen a thing or two.
The prophecy is this:
Blackbeard will meet his death within a fortnight
at the hands of a one-legged man.
That's why he needs the Fountain, Jack.
Master Gibbs, short we are a map.
Perhaps you'd be so kind as to provide us an heading.
Be a gem and pour me a gulper.
Nay. We be privateers, not pirates, Master Gibbs.
And in the king's name, we behave as such.
Aye, Captain.
Be we on the proper course, Gibbs?
Aye, it be proper. There's your proof.
The Spaniard.
All hands! Battle stations! Get to windward!
- All hands, windward! - Harden up two points!
- Two points! - Cast loose the cannons!
- Gunners, take posts! - Take position! Gunners ready, sir!
- Out! Thrust! - Await orders.
Steady!
Guns armed, awaiting orders, sir.
Sir. Orders, sir?
He never so much as turned his head.
The Fountain is the prize.
It appears we be not even worth the time it'd take to sink us.
And now we've fallen behind. All hands, make more sail!
All hands, more sail!
Ride hard between wind and tide!
The topic, gentlemen, is mutiny.
Mutiny most foul.
Aye. I signed up to sail under Jack Sparrow, not some pretender.
And a lady, at that.
And mention was failed to be made of this uncanny crew.
Make my toes curl, they do.
I got 'em. All of them.
- Well done. - Good lad.
On to it, then. Blackbeard.
- What are his habits? - Stays mostly to his cabin.
That's right, mostly to his cabin.
- Yes, but when he comes out... - He don't really come out.
He must come out sometime.
Not really, no.
Any of you sail with him before?
- No, no. - I've never.
Definitely not.
- Any of you seen him before? - Not really, no.
Stays to his cabin, no one sailed with him,
no one's seen him...
Good news, gentlemen. This is not Blackbeard's ship.
This is not the Queen Anne's Revenge.
No, this be the Queen Anne's Revenge, right enough.
How do you know?
I've seen the name, on the back of the ship.
Gentlemen, sirs, fellow conscriptees...
...you have been monstrously deceived.
- We are decepted, then? - Yes.
You've nay been informed of a destination.
Death lies before us
as we sail for the Fountain of Youth.
It would be a sorry plight, mates.
- Death, for certain. - The garden of darkened souls.
- Untimely our ends will be. - Unless...
...we take the ship.
We take the ship, then. Now!
Go on, then.
- Help me, shipmates! - Give it to 'em!
- Wake up! It's ours! - Come on!
Get up! Off your backside!
- Get off your fannies! - Take it to them, lads!
Help me! Fight!
Jack.
If this is a dream, you can keep the sword and boots on.
- If it's not... - It's a dream.
No, it's not!
I thought I should give you fair warning, we're taking the ship.
Nothing personal.
Think you might be better off if you just...
...stay out of it.
Boggit.
Wretch!
You're either with us or against us!
I am not with you, neither am I against you!
Can he do that?
He's religious. I believe it's required.
Fight to the bitter end, you cack-handed deck apes!
Take him, men. Tie him down tight!
The ship is ours!
Gentlemen.
I be placed in a bewilderment.
There I were, resting,
and upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly row on deck.
Sailors abandon their posts
without orders, without leave.
Men before the mast,
taking the ship for themselves.
What be that, First Mate?
- Mutiny, Captain. - Again?
- Mutiny! - Aye.
Mutiny.
And what fate befalls mutineers?
Now, we know the answer to that, do we not?
Mutineers hang!
Captain, I wish to report a mutiny.
I can name fingers and point names.
No need, Mr. Sparrow.
They are sheep. You, their shepherd.
Have I mentioned, sir, what a lovely daughter you have?
A fitting last sight for a doomed soul.
Remember, Father. We need him.
If I don't kill a man every now and then,
- they forget who I am. - Coward!
They do not forget.
Your crew sees you for the miscreant you are.
A coward, no matter how many you slay.
Twice in one day, I find myself in a bewilderment.
You are not bewildered, you are afraid.
You dare not walk the path of righteousness, the way of the light.
No, sir. The truth is it be much simpler than all that.
- I am a bad man. - That, too.
I might have to kill you too, catechist.
- No! - All Latin blood like her mother.