*****QUOTES from SCENES*****
And ye'll not lay a hand on those under the protection of parlay.
My apologies, Miss
There was a lot of long words in there, Miss;
we're not but humble pirates. What is it you want?
I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request ; means no.
Me holds are burstin' with swag . That bit of shine matters to us... Why?
Did you, now?
No! Ah. You have a name, Missy?
Miss Turner !
You've got sand,for a maid.
And how does a maid come to own a trinket such as that?A family heirloom, perhaps?
Very well. You hand that over, we'll put your town to our rudder and ne'er return.
First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement, and
so I must do nothing.
And secondly, you must be a pirate for the pirate's code to apply and you're not.
And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules.
Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner.
No need to stand on ceremony, and no call to impress anyone. You must be hungry.
Try the wine.
And the apples -- one of those next.
There would be no sense to be killing you, Miss Turner.
You don't know what this is, do you?
This is Aztec gold. One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to
Cortes himself. Blood money, paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies.
But the greed of Cortes 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.
Aye, that's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale.
Buried on an island of the 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.
But 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 would not slake our lust.
We are cursed men, Miss Turner . Compelled by greed we were, but now we are consumed by it.
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 you, we have the final piece.
That's why there's no sense to be killing you yet. Apple?
Arr. I'm curious, after killing me what are you planning on doing next?
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 of thirst , 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'd best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner; YOU'RE IN ONE!
What are ye looking at? Back to work!
Gentlemen, the time has come!
Salvation is nigh!
Our torment is near an end!
For ten years, we've been tested and tried and every man-jack here has proved his mettle a hundred times over,
and a hundred times again!
Punished we were, the lot of us, disproportionate to our crime!
Here 'tis, the cursed treasure of Cortes himself! Every last piece that went astray
,we have returned -- save for this!
Who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed the heathen gods?
And whose blood must yet be paid?
You know the first thing I'm going to do after the curse is lifted? Eat a whole bushel of apples.
Waste not. / Begun by blood, by blood undone!
You. Maid. Your father. What was his name?! Was your father William Turner?!
Where's his child? The child that sailed from England eight years ago,
the child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner?! Where?
I won't take questioning or second guesses, not from the likes of you, Mister Twigg.
If any coward here dare challenge me, let him speak!
The medallion! She's taken it! Get after her, you feckless pack of ingrates!
How the blazes did you get off that island?
Ah, well,I won't be making that mistake again. Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow? Kill him.
Hold your fire!
You know whose blood we need.
So You expect to leave me standing 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?
But that still leaves us the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name
and your word it's the one I need.
Now, see, Jack. That's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easier to search when they're dead.
Lock him in the brig.
Haul on the main brace! Make ready the guns! And run out the sweeps.
They're club hauling! Hard a port! Rack the starboard oars!
Strike your colors, you blooming cockroaches! Hands! Grapnels at the ready! Prepare to board!
Pistols and cutlasses, men! Koehler, Twigg -- to the powder magazine for you!
And The rest of you -- bring me that medallion!
Why thank you, Jack!
Not you. We named the monkey 'Jack.'
Gents! Our hope is restored!
Welcome back, Miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now you return the favor.
What's in your head, boy?
You've got only one shot -- and we can't die.
Who are you, boy?
Name your terms, Mr. Turner.
Yes, we know that one. Anything else?
Don't dare impugn my honor, boy! I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where!
Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it, lads?
So I'll be having that dress back before you go.
It's still warm.
Jack, Jack ... Did you not notice? That be the same island that we made you governor of on our last little trip.
Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it.
Off you go.
By the Powers, you're right! Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward!
It'll be one pistol, as before, and you can be the gentleman, an' shoot the lady, and starve to death yourself!
Begun by blood. By blood...
It's Not possible.
Shut up! You're next!
No, I really think I do.
Why don't I want to be doing it?
I suppose and in exchange, you want me not to kill the whelp?
I want fifty per cent of your plunder.
We have an accord.
Gents-- take a walk!
I must admit, Jack: I thought I had you figured. But it turns out, you're a hard man to predict.
(Dammit, Jack -- I was almost liking you! )
You're off the edge of the map, mate. Here there be monsters!
You can't beat me, Jack.
So what now, Jack Sparrow? Are we to be two immortals,
locked in an epic battle 'til Judgment Day and the trumpets sound?
Ten years you carry that pistol, and now you waste your shot?
I feel ... cold.
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