Father, I beg you.
There I be again, forgetting why the missionary is here.
My daughter fears for my soul, or what's left of it.
You truly wish to save me, my child?
Every soul can be saved.
Be that true, young cleric?
Yes. Though you I see as a bit of a long shot.
Still, I pray for every unfortunate soul on this hell-bound vessel.
You disarm me with your faith.
Eight bells!
Which of you unfortunate souls stood watch?
- I did. I stood watch. - Gunner.
You?
Aye.
The cook.
Perfect. Lower the longboat!
Bring her about!
- Why do you do this? - Mutiny. Our laws be clear.
Our laws allow the Captain to show leniency.
I have given this man a chance to determine his fate,
a gift not afforded to all.
Oh, you now.
Chance to show the worth of your prayers.
Pray he be delivered from... evil?
Course made!
Stop. Give that man a chance. Give yourself a...
You know when I feel closest to our Maker?
When I see suffering, pain and anguish.
That's when the true design of this world is revealed.
And I see it revealed when in times of hardship and tragedy,
kindness and compassion are shown to those in need.
Perhaps you should pray for him to be unharmed, yes?
- Please, there's still hope... - Again!
I actually have no interest in the Fountain whatsoever,
so, if your heart is set,
you may drop me off anywhere you like.
That'll be all, Quartermaster.
Your words surround you like fog and make you hard to see.
And what of you, the mighty Blackbeard?
Beheaded they say. Still, your body swam
three times around your ship, then climbed back onboard.
And here you are, running scared.
- Scared. - To the Fountain.
The Quartermaster sees things before they happen.
He has foreseen my death, and so the fates have spoken.
The threads of destiny woven.
You have a ridiculously high regard for fate, mate.
- And you? - Me?
I'm skeptical of predicting any future... which includes me.
It'd be foolish to battle fate, but I'd be tempted to cheat it.
I will reach the Fountain. You will lead me.
That knife will serve you no better than the mutiny you devised.
Mutiny served me well.
It gained me an audience with you.
Aye.
To warn you.
Regarding your first mate,
who pretends to be persons she is not.
Do tell.
She is not your daughter.
You dare to speak thusly of my flesh and blood?
Sir, the woman is consummate in the art of deception.
I know. As I mostly unwittingly set her on her wicked path.
Though I cannot claim credit
for her existing abundance of natural talent.
Angelica. My beloved daughter,
the one true good thing I have done in this life,
and you claim to be the one who corrupted her?
Sir, what she is is pure evil.
More to be feared than a wild beast.
Hungry wild beast with gnashing teeth.
Vengeful, hungry from hell beast...
- Father? - Sweetness!
No need to hurt him, Father.
He will help us. Won't you, Jack?
You see? Even now, she attends to your welfare,
giving lie to the claims you make of her.
You will lead us to the Fountain. Yes?
Put another way.
If I do not make it to the Fountain in time...
...neither will you.
I'll have a wee look-see at those charts straight away then, shall I?
Sir.
- Aye? - Captain, sir,
I am unhappy to report rumors, sir,
among the crew, as to our destination.
Shut your trap and make way.
- That's the way of it, then. - No disrespect, sir.
What do the men fear? Say it. Speak the words.
Whitecap Bay.
Aye, Whitecap Bay.
And every worthless seaman fears the name, and rightly so,
though few know why or dare to ask.
Be the stories true?
Say what robs you of your staunch heart, Gibbs,
or forever leave it to the wider fields of fancy.
Mermaids, Captain.
Aye. Mermaids.
Sea ghouls, devil fish, dreadful in hunger for flesh of man.
Mermaid waters, that be our path.
Cling to your soul, Gibbs,
as mermaids be given to take the rest...
...to the bone.
Steady! Steady, men! Find your courage,
or be ready to purpose your fear!
Save yourselves!
- Man overboard! - Nay! A deserter.
- Come about. - Nay!
Gentlemen, I shall not ask any more of any man than what
that man can deliver, but I do ask this: Are we not king's men?
Aye.
- On the king's mission? - Aye.
I did not note any fear in the eyes of the Spanish as they passed us by.
- Are we not king's men? - Aye!
Aye! Hands all off, and bear away!
Stave on ahead to Whitecap Bay!
Bear on, Whitecap Bay!
Come.
Little drink?
Wine, music, candlelight.
I think we've traveled down this road before, Jack.
Yes, we have.
I remember it well.
Winding, twisting and turning, gyrating, writhing.
Incessant writhing.
Do you recall Saint Dominique?
La Martinique.
I tried to kill you in Saint Dominique.
Either or.
Hardly appropriate for a first mate.
Was I the first? I've often wondered.
You can be so charming when you want something, Jack.
The trick is finding out what.
The truth, then, is it?
Blackbeard has served his purpose.
You and I can go to the Fountain together,
where we shall bathe one another in equal shares of fame
and other assorted debaucheries.
And I'll tell you the ritual of the Fountain.
Yes. The profane ritual.
Can I trust you, Jack?
- I need you on my side. - Oh, my dearest Angelica.
You and I are as thick as thieves, love.
Tell me the rules.
Water from the Fountain of Youth.
The shimmering tear of a mermaid.
The silver chalices of Ponce de León.
With these items...
- Yes? - With these items,
you may take all the years of life from another, Jack.
You know what that means.
We cannot go alone, you and I.
The ritual requires a victim.
- That is unfortunate. - Yes, it is.
I find my desire for the Fountain greatly lessened.
But there is something onboard you do want.
What about Blackbeard?
He's in the chart room. We'll have to be quick.
He keeps each ship as a prize.
You help me, and I promise you your pick.
Though I think I know the one you will choose.
The Black Pearl in a bottle?
Why is the Black Pearl in a bottle?
He's even more annoying in miniature.
- Do we have a deal, Jack? - Angelica, I know you.
You are not going to steal the life of some innocent man.
What about the one-legged man?
I need years, Jack.
Not for me. For my father.
I am truly the daughter of Blackbeard.
You've fallen for your own con, love.
No, he is my father.
The lies I told you were not lies.
You lied to me by telling me the truth?
- Yes. - That's very good.
- May I use that? - I'm sure you will, anyway.
Of course I will.
So, will you not give up this quest?
I want a father, Jack. I haven't had one.
Angelica, your father, Blackbeard...
...he is evil,
and he will kill you given the chance.
- He cannot be saved. - And who are you to set
the limits on redemption?
You stole years of my life, Jack. You owe me.
And you are en route to getting yourself killed,
and I am not inclined to stand by and watch.
Whitecap Bay!
All hands on deck! Set to the longboats!
Lay 'em out flat!
No tangles. Make 'em look pretty for our dainty guests.
We're gonna need light. A lot of light.
Come!
Smell that? Whale oil. Stuff burns like a miracle from God.
- Can you make it work? - Made by the English.
Let's not get our hopes up.
The old moon in the arms of the new one.
First of the summer.
Perfect for hunting a mermaid's tear.
We're doomed. They be drawn to man-made light.
- Sharks? - Worse than sharks, boy.
There'll be mermaids upon us within the hour,
you mark my words. And we're the bait.
I heard it said a kiss from a mermaid protects a sailor from drowning.
Don't be a fool! Mermaids are all female, son,
and lovely as a dream of heaven.
But when it comes time to churn butter, so to speak,
they snatch a sailor out of a boat
or off the deck of a ship, have their way,
and then the sailors are pulled to bottom and drowned and eaten.
Or, sometimes, the other way around.
- Sing. - What?
They like to hear singing.
My name is Maria
A merchant's daughter fair
- Louder. - And I have left my parents
And 3,000 pounds a year
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
Lord save me.
Man, look. Look there.
You'll scare her off!
Aye, and good riddance!
Can you talk?
Yes.
You're beautiful.
- Are you the one who sings? - Aye.
Are you my jolly sailor bold?
- Aye, that I be. - Scrum, comport yourself!
Boys! There ain't much been given to me
in my brief, miserable life, there's the truth in it.
But, by God, I'll have it said
that Scrum had himself a kiss from a proper mermaid!
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
Come all ye pretty fair maids
Whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold
That ploughs the raging sea
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
Out upon it! It has begun!
Light 'em up!
Muster your courage! Drive 'em to shore!
Nets into the water! Quickly!
Retreat, all, to land! For your lives!
Retreat, I say!
Cowards! Back in the water!
There be no refuge on land! On my word!
Come on!
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...