Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Will.

- Why is this happening? - I don't know.

You look beautiful.

I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.

Make way. Let me through. What in--?

How dare you.

Stand your men down at once!

Do you hear me?

Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long.

- Cutler Beckett? - It's Lord now, actually.

Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man.

In fact, I do.

Mr. Mercer.

The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner.

This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann.

Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake. Arrest her.

- On what charges? - No!

Here's the one for William Turner.

And I have another one for a Mr. James Norrington. Is he present?

What are the charges?

Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago.

I don't believe that was the answer to the question I asked.

Lord Beckett, in the category of questions not answered.

We are under the jurisdiction of the king's governor of Port Royal

and you will tell us what we are charged with.

The charge is:

"Conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes

against the crown and empire

and condemned to death.

For which the--"

For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death.

Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.

- Captain. - Captain.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Yes, I thought you might.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil Had done for the rest

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum

Aye there. Come on.

Oh, God. I don't want this.

Oh, God. No. Please help me. No.

No! No!

Sorry, mate.

Mind if we make a little side trip?

I didn't think so.

Not quite according to plan.

Complications arose, ensued, were overcome.

You got what you went in for, then?

Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well,

were expecting something a bit more shiny.

What with the lsla de Muerta going all pear-shaped,

reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it.

And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic.

- And the hurricane. - Aye.

- Aye. - Aye.

All in all, it's seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating.

- Shiny? - Aye, shiny,

Is that how you're all feeling, then?

That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?

Walk the plank.

What did the bird say?

Do not blame the bird.

Show us what is on that piece of cloth there.

- You know that don't do no good. - It does me.

- It's a key. - No.

Much more better.

It is a drawing of a key.

Gentlemen,

what do keys do?

Keys

unlock things?

And whatever this key unlocks, inside, there's something valuable.

So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks.

No.

If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks.

So, what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked,

which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?

So we're going after this key.

You're not making any sense at all.

Any more questions?

So do we have a heading?

A heading.

Set sail in a...

...general...

...that way direction. - Captain?

Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works. Come on.

Have you noticed lately the captain seems to be acting a bit strange--

-er?

Setting sail without knowing his own heading?

Something's got Jack vexed.

Mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all.

Lord Beckett, the prisoner as ordered, sir.

Those won't be necessary.

The East India Trading Company has need of your services.

We wish for you to act as our agent

in a business transaction with our mutual friend, Captain Sparrow.

More acquaintance than friend. How do you know him?

We've had dealings in the past.

And we've each left our mark

on the other.

What mark did he leave on you?

By your efforts, Jack Sparrow was set free.

I would like you to go to him

and recover a certain property in his possession.

Recover. At the point of a sword?

Bargain.

Letters of marque.

You will offer what amounts to a full pardon.

Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England.

Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment

the same as being free.

Freedom.

Jack Sparrow is a dying breed.

The world is shrinking,

the blank edges of the map filled in.

Jack must find his place in the new world or perish.

Not unlike you, Mr. Turner.

You and your fiancée face the hangman's noose.

So you get both Jack and the Black Pearl.

The Black Pearl?

The property you want that he possesses.

A ship? Hardly.

The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable.

Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times.

A compass.

You know it.

Bring back that compass

or there's no deal.

Why is the rum always gone?

That's why.

As you were, gents.

Time's run out, Jack.

Bootstrap.

Bill Turner?

You look good, Jack.

Is this a dream?

No.

I thought not. If it were, there'd be rum.

You got the Pearl back, I see.

I had some help retrieving the Pearl, by the way.

Your son.

William?

Ended up a pirate after all.

And to what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?

He sent me.

Davy Jones.

So it's you, then.

He shanghaied you into service, eh?

I chose it

I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack.

I stood up for you.

Everything went wrong after that.

They strapped me to a cannon. I ended up on the bottom of the ocean,

the weight of the water crushing down on me.

Unable to move.

Unable to die, Jack.

And I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it.

I would trade anything for it.

It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment.

You made a deal with him too, Jack.

He raised the Pearl from the depths for you.

Thirteen years, you've been her captain.

- Technically- - Jack.

You won't be able to talk yourself out of this.

The terms what applied to me apply to you as well.

One soul bound to crew a hundred years upon his ship.

Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already has a captain, so there's really--

Then it's the Locker for you.

Jones's terrible leviathan will find you

and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it.

Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?

I already told you, Jack.

The time is up.

It comes now,

drawn with ravenous hunger to the man what bears the black spot.

On deck, all hands!

Make fast the bunt gasket!

On deck! Scurry!

Scurry. I want movement! Movement. I want movement! Lift the skin up.

Keep your loof.

Haul those sheets.

Run them. Run. Keep running.

Run as if the devil himself and itself is upon us!

Do we have a heading?

We run. Land.

- Which port? - I didn't say port. I said land. Any land.

Jack's hat. Clear about.

No, no. Leave it.

Run.

Back to your stations, the lot of you!

Jack? For the love of mother and child, Jack, what's coming after us?

Nothing.

Here, now. You can't be here.

I think you'll find he can.

Mr. Swann.

Governor Swann, still.

Do you think I wear this wig to keep my head warm?

Jack's compass? What does Beckett want with that?