Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

"In order to affect a timely halt to deteriorating conditions

and to ensure the common good,

a state of emergency is declared for these territories

by decree of Lord Cutler Beckett,

duly appointed representative of His Majesty, the king.

By decree, according to martial law,

the following statutes are temporarily amended:

Right to assembly, suspended.

Right to habeas corpus, suspended.

Right to legal counsel, suspended.

Right to verdict by a jury of peers, suspended.

By decree, all persons found guilty of piracy,

or aiding a person convicted of piracy,

or associating with a person convicted of piracy...

...shall be sentenced to hang by the neck until dead."

Lord Beckett!

They've started to sing, sir.

A dangerous song to be singing...

...for any who are ignorant of its meaning.

Particularly a woman.

Particularly a woman alone.

What makes you think she's alone?

You protect her?

And what makes you think I need protecting?

Your master's expecting us.

And an unexpected death'd cast a slight pall on our meeting.

Pick those feet up!

On the double!

Eyes front!

No, no, no. None.

It always takes me about a week to get my sea legs.

I was throwing up horribly the last time.

- Steady as she goes. -

All right.

Have you heard anything from Will?

I trust young Turner to acquire the charts

and you to remember your place in the presence of Captain Sao Feng.

Is he that terrifying?

He's much like myself, but absent my merciful nature and sense of fair play.

- - We're through. Make ready.

Hurry now.

Do you think because she is a woman we would not suspect her of treachery?

Well, when you put it that way...

Remove. Please.

Remove. Please.

Captain Barbossa, welcome to Singapore.

More steam.

- -

None of that.

If things don't go the way we want, then we're the only chance they've got.

I understand that you have a request to make of me.

More of a proposal to put to ye.

I've a venture underway and I find myself in need of a ship and a crew.

Hmm. It's an odd coincidence.

Because you happen to have a ship and a crew you don't need?

No.

Because earlier this day, not far from here,

a thief broke into my most revered uncle's temple

and tried to make off with these.

The navigational charts.

The route to the Farthest Gate.

Wouldn't it be amazing if this venture of yours

took you to the world beyond this one?

It would strain credulity at that.

This is the thief. Is his face familiar to you?

Then I guess he has no further need for it.

No, no!

You come into my city and you betray my hospitality.

- I assure you I had no idea... - That he would get caught!

You intend to attempt the voyage to Davy Jones' Locker.

But I cannot help but wonder...

Why?

The song has been sung. The time is upon us.

We must convene the Brethren Court.

As one of the nine pirate lords, you must honor the call.

More steam.

More steam!

- There is a price on all our heads. - Aye.

It is true.

It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit anymore...

...is by betraying other pirates.

We must put our differences aside.

Wait for the signal.

The First Brethren Court gave us rule of the seas.

But now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cutler Beckett.

Against East India Trading Company,

what value is the Brethren Court?

What can any of us do?

You can fight! Get off me!

You are Sao Feng, the pirate lord of Singapore.

You command in an age of piracy where bold captains sail free waters.

Where waves aren't measured in feet, but as increments of fear,

and those who pass the test become legend.

Would you have that era come to an end on your watch?

The most notorious pirates from around the world

are uniting against our enemy,

and yet you sit here cowering in your bathwater!

Elizabeth Swann.

There is more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?

And the eye does not go wanting.

But I cannot help but notice you have failed to answer my question.

What is it you seek in Davy Jones' Locker?

Jack Sparrow.

He's one of the pirate lords.

The only reason...

...I would want Jack Sparrow returned from the land of the dead...

...is so I can send him back myself!

Jack Sparrow holds one of the nine pieces of eight.

He failed to pass it along to a successor before he died.

So we must go and get him back.

So you admit...

...you have deceived me.

Weapons!

Weapons.

Sao Feng, I assure you, our intentions are strictly honorable.

Drop your weapons or I kill the man!

Kill him. He's not our man.

If he's not with you, and he's not with us...

...who's he with?

- - Charge!

Will!

Look out! Look behind you!

Ready!

Fire.

Chart!

Boo!

Company! Make ready. Set. Fire!

Company!

Make ready. Set.

- Fire! -

It's an odd coincidence, isn't it?

The East India Trading Company finds me the day you show up in Singapore.

It is coincidence only.

If you want to make a deal with Beckett, you need what I offer.

You cross Barbossa. You are willing to cross Jack Sparrow.

Why should I expect any better?

I need the Black Pearl to free my father.

You're helping me to get it.

Uh-oh.

Fire in the hole.

Thank you, Jack.

- - Thank you, Jack.

- You have the charts? - And better yet.

- A ship and a crew. - Where's Sao Feng?

He'll cover our escape and meet us at Shipwreck Cove.

This way. Be quick.

Haul the snotters with a will!

Keep it taut.

Secure provisions and stow the cargo.

There's no place left for Sao Feng to cower.

Do you think he will honor the call?

I cannot say.

There's an evil on these seas

that even the most staunch and bloodthirsty pirates have come to fear.

A piece of eight.

Nine of them, you say.

Our new friend in Singapore was very specific, sir.

Nine pieces of eight.

What's the significance of that, I wonder.

Nothing can hold against the armada.

Not with the Flying Dutchman at the lead.

Nothing we know of.